I recalled Helen, she really was a very sexy girl. A little small, but her body was really neat, with nice, round breasts and ass. Just the way I like...d it. I’d heard some rumours about her and the director, but you don’t believe everything they say. But now, what Carl told me. Can this be true? Is she really a whore like this? I became interested. We walked to the furthest timber house. From the outside, it seemed abandoned. Carl checked the area again, then we went inside. The ground floor. Me usko boobs ko daba rha tha 10minit esa hi chala then mene uska kurta utar diya n usne meri sirt usne whit color ki bra pehni hui thi uske adhe se jada boobs bahar nikal rhe the ek dam safed ande jese itne soft the ki bata ni sakta mujhse control ni hua n mene uski bra bhi khol di uske boobs mere samne the me un pr tut pada n mu me le kr chatne n chusne laga wo bhi mere sir ko apne boobs me daba rahi thi n ek hand mere pith pr fer rhi thi mene ek hath se uski salbar ka nara khol diya n salbar. She then ran her hands all over my chest and started kissing me wildly. She was biting my lips and chins. I was wearing my favorite USPA shirt and she ripped my fucking my shirt! I was pulled back and shouted “Mom! That was my favorite shirt aaaaarrrrrrgggghhhh!” she bit my chest very hard.“What do you want my wolf? Shirt on this?” and she moved her hands towards her pussy. I was like “Fuck the shirt!”“Look at this powerful wolf Lola. Strong as a rock!”My sister or Lola, joined our mother,. “Don't be such a prude” she giggled back as she took my hand and led me to the front of my car.She spoke again in a firm and controlling manor “Bend over with your hands on the bonnet”.I did as I was told. She stood behind me and I felt her hands encircle my waits and expertly undo my belt and jeans. She wrangled then down which wasn’t easy as I was bent over at the waist.As my jeans hit the floor a car whizzed past us. I turned my head to watch the cars brake lights flash on as the drivers.