" Ordering your mommy to reveal herself is sure to bring suffering true." Then suffer my sad and trembling mum, for certainly I shall not." That your ...ody is mine to play with, further hardens my cock."Billy's smile widened as he nimbly crawled from his lair.Under the sun lamp he stood, and his shining flesh was bare.Purple skin, taut and rampant, sheathing youthful riches,Entwined the thick and rigid staff of Billy's numerous inches.The head was a fat and kindly monk, eyes closed, lips in. ...talents?" she blushed."Yes, of course!" I quickly answered. "Who did You have in mind?" My mother..." (!) she whispered.Her mother, Susan, was a 38 year old widow, whom I remembered having met briefly in the local shop.From what I could recall, she resembled Lisa bodywise, but with a little more weight on her,and her tits more like Mary T's DD shape. My cock gave a jerk by the thought of making love tosuch a hot ebony woman, pre-cum leaking from my penal duct.Lisa went on to explain that her. She looked like she was in no hurry, but covered the distance with remarkable speed.There were the inevitable tears that weddings seem to bring out. Many of the women shedding those tears had children sitting beside them who bore a marked resemblance to the groom ... with good reason.It was a small wedding, as weddings go, but every guest was special, either to the groom, or to the bride. Her best friend, belly bulging with a child that was not from Bobby’s loins, preceded her down the aisle,. On the first night in the country cabaret town, the couple toured the main street, catching the lay of the land. The Whore-Queen, newly-designated and proud of her title, boasted, “In high school, we used to call the ‘easy’ girls ‘The Community Chest’.” Her husband smiled and said, “I think we have a community, so you can be my Community Chest – and James’, and Kelly’s, too.” She grinned widely, thrust out her boobs and cupped them – “These girls have satisfied a LOT of folks lately.” He.