He just sat there with his mouth open not saying a word, finally he talks, and he asked when I would be back. At that point I knew how excited he was ...nd that it was on. So I finished getting ready and gave him a kiss good bye to go meet Bd at the bar. It was close by and I knew I could use a drink to take the edge off anyway. I wanted to meet him away from the house just to see him before it went any further. When I got there I saw him right away sitting at a small table drinking something. I. Think….we….we…should…..ohhhhhh!” she moaned, half fighting me and at the same time entangling her hand in my hair, pulling my mouth tighter into her neck.I reached her jaw line and planted wet, open-mouthed kisses along it, aided by my mothers unintentional reaction of lifting her head. As I came to her chin, I kissed it gently, flicking my tongue against the cute cleft that is a family trait.Mom’s eyes were mostly closed and her body was in a battle between pushing me away and pulling me. That was just the way he was. He never spoke, he 'boomed'. He was as much larger in real life, as his characters were in the books he wrote. We talked for a few more minutes. I got his address, and directions on how to get to his place. I hung up, and called the local airport, to book a flight.Matthew Baxter was a fantasy writer, and a damned good one. Four of his books had been turned into movies in just the last ten years.He never seemed to be short of story ideas. At least every year, he. He started mauling my tits and sucked and bit nipples. After few minutes I made Ali lie on bed, I impaled my cunt on his cock and bent on him. Watchman knew what I wanted, he took gel from my bag applied on his cock and in my anus and pushed it in.After ten minutes of rigorous fucking they filled my holes with cum. I collapsed limply on Ali.Ali suddenly said “Beti, we have to start or else we will be late”.I got up, we hurriedly dressed up and rushed down.As he was driving I asked him ”Chacha,.