Hey… I didn't sign on for this, trust me! But then... patience dear reader, I promise to reveal all, but hang on tight, there are blind curves ahead.... On closer inspection, looking back in time -- you know that ol' saying: " hindsight is 20/20", I can see where her inability to celebrate her god-given gifts (and she was a stunner, let me tell you), and her reluctance to "gift" me with her charms, all stemmed from a repressive guilt-ridden upbringing. Now that I look back -- yea ok, so I "look. My pussy was aching for him, begging for his cock. I felt the tip near my cunt before he gently slid it inside me. I felt him thrust inside my wet cunt, slowly at first, then faster. My breasts rubbed against the table as his balls slapped against my body. “You’re a dirty slut, you know that, Kait?” He said breathlessly. “I’m your dirty slut,” I said enjoying the fucking he was giving me. “You’ve been so bad, Santa is going to put coal in your stocking,” he added. “As long as I have your cock. ”Karla just shook her head and said softly, “Barbara Sloan was absolutely right, wasn’t she? You’re always thinking of someone else.”Then she straightened so her back was ramrod stiff and said, “However, Miss Cartwright, it may have escaped your notice, but I am the servant around here. You are the guest. Now what may I get for you?”Instead of replying, Andy took the girl in her arms and peered deeply into her eyes. As she did, her eyes filled with tears and she spoke in an oddly disembodied. “We haven’t done this in a while.”“Shopping?” I asked, my fingers already moving. “Because we’ve never gone shopping for pussy together.”“True.” Mom gave a wicked giggle. “What are you doing.”I tapped the enter button and a black-haired cutie darted over to my mom. The girl fell to her knees and grabbed Mom’s skirt. The cutie lifted it up while moaning, “Can I eat your pussy? I bet it’s so yummy.”“Eat away,” Mom moaned as she was typing on her own phone.“Well, hey,” a Hispanic girl said,.