Warehouses and storage facilities. Small factories. In the distance, a few hundred yards away, a solitary woman strolled up and down the sidewalk. Tha...t must mean there IS traffic here. Looking for women. Now I was scared. I stood there in my short skirt. Tube top. Skyscraper heels. Large blonde wig. But obviously a man under them. In the distance, a car whizzed past. While that car had passed, I looked around for shelter in case another one came by. Only the indents in the buildings. The. Not his mother. She kept her pussy nice and smooth and he loved how he could see the perfect line form vertically between the tanned stems she used to get around. Scotty had never seen the inside of what hid behind that perfect line, and only could imagine what shining goodness it revealed, but seeing his mother’s pussy form was good enough for him. Of course, he always wondered what it looked like spread open, but until that day came, if it ever did, he would enjoy his mother the way that he. "Oh, honey, stay inside me. Let's fuck some more." Aw, sweetheart, it's late," he said, but he let her squeeze her cuntlips around his knob."I love you," she beamed. "You're the best husband in the world. Just stay right there where it's nice and warm and safe. My pussy will take care of you, honey. My pussy's all yours."He let her squeeze his cockhead with her cunt for a few more moments. Then he shook his head."Sorry, babe. I've got to get some sleep, I won't be any good if I don't."The horny. ’ ‘What makes you think I’m paying?’ I asked, curious. ‘These assholes never bring their own women, they hit on girls at the bar. Besides, I overheard enough of the conversation to know you’re trying to sell them something.’ She snorted. ‘How’s that working for ya, sweetie?’ ‘Crappy,’ I admitted. She laughed. ‘They were here last week with Len. They’re only stringing you on — he bought ’em off with a pair of blondes.’ Jenny looked at me again and added, with the air of somebody trying to be.