“Ow, John!”
“Jesus, John,” I said. “Give Mrs. Porn sex Sitting down at Marla’s side, I reached between her legs and poked two, then three, then all four digits into her loose but able cunt. I leaned in to get a whiff of Marla’s snatch. Her father doesn’t know about it, but I know all too well. Then I repeated the gesture, striking even harder. I didn’t wait for an invitation to shove my petrified cock into Eva’s pussy. He was handsome, wearing a nice pair of baggy dress slacks and fine leather shoes. I became scared for a second, but whatever thought she was having must have passed, because she presently dove down below and started sucking on my balls. “You’ll eat that pussy, Mrs. Suddenly, the doorway offered a new voice – a man’s voice. This time I’m not letting you off that easy.”
The only inkling of comprehension I could come up with was a suspicion that perhaps the earlier tryst involving Marla and that strange man Eva had called “the electrician” – the one her daughters had a clip of – was somehow involved. “That’s right, Painter Man,” said Eva. I’m going to give her what she wants.
