"Ma, it'sme, Sara. I'm here, too."The old woman in the bed moaned again, turning her head slightly fromside to side. Slowly, her eyes opened a crack.... "Sara?" she whisperedhoarsely. "Is that you?" I'm here, Ma," Sara answered quickly. "Tommi's here, too." Tom's here?" Ma turned her head, peering through her barely-open eyes."Where's Tom?" As she moved, she moaned in pain."Ma, it's me, Tommi. Remember?" Uhhh," the old woman grunted. "Sissy-boy Tommi!" For a weak, dyingold woman, she. Teasing all the right spots, all the while her hand slides down your shaft to gently squeeze your balls. She knows what to do to make you drown in the sweet agony of burning desire. Just before she sends you over the edge, she releases your cock from its tortures. She places your hand between her legs. You feel her wetness through her panties right away. Any more teasing would be a useless waste of time. You just pull her panties aside. Her drenched cavity is revealed to your eyes. She spreads. "I did," Lori added. "Experimented with a threesome, I mean. Ex-hubby thought it would be cool, but there was no intimacy, it was all about him and his buddy. I was a tool, basically ... " She didn't enjoy thinking back to those emotionless days. That had been a whole other life."Honestly," Minx explained. "Most people are pretty straight and narrow. Except for my regulars, almost all my clients feel some sense of embarrassment at first, whether they're young hotshots off the rigs, or lawyers. The warmth of summer is upon us, and it is late enough that it is already getting dark outside. We meet in McDonald’s. Not very sexy, but we both know the location, so there is a sense of commonality. Neutrality. And it is brightly lit and safe, just in case you or I feel any fear in meeting a stranger. If we need an escape. You are sitting by a window, alone, reading a paperback novel, wearing a flowery skirt and a matching blouse. You are tall. Six feet tall. Maybe a bit more. You are blonde..