We all love you Brad, and will carry you in our blowjob hearts forever. Then she gave me a kiss, just like Gloria had done so many years ago. She smiled and said, “Remember me!” And she walked with dignity out of the room. When the door shut, I smiled, laid my head over to the side and expired. With the kids safely tucked up in bed and the dinner plates all stacked in the dishwasher, Susan sat on the battered couch with her feet tucked up under herself. She thoughtfully sipped her cheap white wine from the wine box in the fridge as she watched the meaningless quiz show on the television while her husband Martin had his head buried in his Fishing magazine, a hobby he seemed to take a greater interest in these days than anything else Susan reflected. The contestant had reached the final round and now faced one more question to get the £10,000 prize and Susan said out loud, “We could do with that... in fact we could do with ten times that at least.” Martin just grunted as she went on, “The kids need new shoes, the rent is in arrears, we need a new three-piece suite and the washing machine is on its last legs.” Martin sighed under his breath as he had heard it all before but since losing his job at the local factory, the meagre redundancy pay had gone in the blink of an eye, he had been unable to get another job so all Brunette they had was income support and Hardcore the few quid that his wife earned in the local pub, cash in hand doing the odd shift behind the bar. He would like to say they were making ends meet but he knew he would be lying as they were slipping deeper and deeper into debt. “Well I got a chance at making some extra money today,” Susan blurted out, “but I wasn’t sure how you would feel about it.” Martin lowered his magazine and looked at his wife, saying nothing but raised an eyebrow in a questioning way. “A man came into the pub this afternoon while it was quiet and we got chatting and he offered me some cash if I would perform a task for him.” Martin laughed inside, not daring to openly and wondered if this was his wife saying she would go on the game, though looking at her anal she wasn’t going to earn a fortune. It’s not that she was ugly just the pounds had piled on over the years and her hips were very round to say the least and her breasts were so full they sagged when she removed her bra. She had a pretty face beneath the extra fat, curly dark hair cut shot and big brown eyes that use to twinkle, though of late had taken on fetish a duller lustre as things had got tighter and tighter. Martin knew that she put out for others in the past and had suspected it had been for money though had never questioned he on it. I could feel her pussy hair sticking out from each side of her panties. “Just yum.” My tie and waistcoat still somewhere in the pub. That night I again found her in my bed naked. Making us cum just feels soooooo amazing. Jason grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her mouth to his swollen dick head. They were challenged by anal the butterflies wearing swords fetish and armor, trying to tell her that this guy had blackmailed her and raped her, but as she thought about the way he had put her lips on his, she couldn’t help but feel those fighting butterflies fall over dead and be replaced by pink butterflies. She rose from the table. I pull out and lay my wet cock on her pale belly. She is strong, her full thighs rise smoothly to a drum-tight, curvaceous butt. Mmmm. She used her fist to give it a couple of quick, hard strokes, then raised back up and stuffed the thing back up inside Brunette her. “Oh, thank you!” she squeals, and sits on me again, Hardcore with her arms round my blowjob neck. He squeezed them hard. I, of course, couldn’t just let her do whatever she wanted.