Snap shots of earlier, happier days spent with his dad fishing and riding bikes by the beach. The sound of his voice resonating in his head as he call...d his name when he got too far ahead. With these thoughts dancing through his head he gently tore at the seal and pulled out a single piece of paper with what appeared to be his father’s handwriting. ‘Dear Stephen, I write this note simply to remind you of how much I have loved you and your mother all this years. I know I probably never said it. She was like Debbie Harry in her prime. She was 36 and was old enough to be my mother, she was confident, slim and busty and in her sexual prime and oozed it from every orifice. She epitomised the term MILF. I got to know her through a friend who worked with her, and before I knew it we were flirting over the counter of where they worked. She was northern and I was from the south of England, wet behind the ears in contrast to her super confident and experienced sexy-self. A few time me and Ali. "Oh, yes, do... do it," she moaned as her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands gripped my back. I felt her nails digging in as she bucked and thrashed. Her orgasm hit fast and I felt her pussy clenching my cock as I unloaded deep inside of her. I shook and trembled as my balls pumped out and filled her cunt with my hot seed, spurt after steaming spurt. I let out a deep breath as my body relaxed and the orgasm washed away. She held me tight."Oh my god, that was something," she whispered. She fell to her knees as Leela took her place against the wall. Amy wasted no time in burying her head between Leela's thighs. She glued her lips over her slit while her nose was buried in the neatly trimmed purple pubic hair. Each breath Amy took was tainted with the scent of Leela's bush. Around the slit in her mouth, Amy would quiver each time she exhaled. Inside her mouth, Leela's clit was stiffening and rubbing against her gums. The cyclops gripped Amy's head as she could feel that expert.