I was with Timur, hauling a log to the tree-transporter. It’s not like a normal transporter, it’s a long rectangle – the right shape for a log. ...e rolled the log onto it, stood back and the log disappeared. Some days we sent them to the north, other days we sent them to the moon. I forget which it was that day. Anyway, Arkady had spotted this guy hanging around. So the corporal shouted at me, “Tsarevich! Go see what that guy wants.”My name is Dmitri, though nobody calls me that. I’m from. It was nice as we sat at the kitchen table and had small talk about the neighborhood. Before I left, she said, “Come back any time.” The way she said it struck me odd. It wasn’t the usual way a woman that age would talk to me. She had also mentioned her husband worked Tuesday nights. Why would she mention that?I returned Tuesday night to find out. I was nervous approaching the door, but curious and turned on as well. Was I imagining this? We’d soon find out.She opened the door and was actually. .. like how... really?” I could practically hear the shock in her voice as the little black box had flashed up on my screen.“Haha, yeah, but you would still fuck me?” I teased her.“I actually would, and I hate that you know that.” It felt like her reply came through as fast as I had sent mine out.There was something special about this girl; you can meet a thousand people in a year but none of them will even compare to the way that that one person makes you feel. I had felt a connection with her. He tried to avoid eye contact, but instead kept staring at the glorious tits his mother had. He began to feel the bulge push up against his jeans. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding me for some time now. Is there something wrong? Are you in trouble at school?”“No, I guess I’ve just been tired from practice”“Well if you’re tired why not just tell me? I can help you relieve some stress” the experienced milf got down on her knees in front of her son and started unzipping his pants. Jimmy.