“What is this?”“That’s a performance permit.” Mrs. Paramo said, “We have lots of entertainers coming into the mall for various reasons. Th...ere’s a gym that has a group in for a morning exercise session every once in a while. Some of the stores have attractions to bring in customers. We just like to keep track of who is here.”“That’s nice,” Laura said.“I’ll take her back to the fountain,” Burl said.“The garden bench next to the food court has better acoustics and higher traffic,” Mrs. Paramo. By now my cock was fully erect under my pajamas and I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while I watched and listened to them. I was on the verge of cumming and had to stop fondling myself several times to stop from making a mess in my pajamas. Bobby’s breathing was now very loud and irregular, and as I watched, he had a very long and powerful orgasm into my wife's pussy. The thought of his cum squirting into her was almost too much for me in my aroused state and realizing that they were. " She gave her son a fond look and pushed him toward the bathroom.Mark nodded and left. The loving look Rachel gave her son touched Mark's heart. He envied Cole each time he saw the way Rachel openly loved her son and cared for him. "And look at the dried out old bitch I got stuck with," he said to himself.The salesman in the men's shop was helpful. By the time Rachel and Cole found Mark, he had chosen a well-cut English style single-breasted lightweight wool suit with dark buttons that matched. Ya said you respected me. Want to be like me.”“Yes, but I didn’t know.”“Didn’t know that life’s hard? Didn’t know that ephemerals ain’t gonna be around forever? Didn’t know that sometimes it ain’t easy for us?”“But...”“Ma! Can ya come here an help me pound it into Ariel that she ain’t responsible for the hard things in the world?”“Aye, Hulda.”Hulda was sitting next to her. Goody Brown stood above.“Ariel, the Pig’s a lot of work,” Goody Brown said.“Of course.”“We must do it. If we don’t we’d be.