I felt her hand around my cock, sliding her encircled fingers along the full length, with her other hand on the back of my head we kept together, kiss...ng as she lowered herself back on to the bed. Now laying on top of my mother, I could feel her trying to entering my cock in to her hairy fanny.I pushed and she gasped, I was now back inside my mother after 37 years, her warm wet lips wrapped around my cock as I slipped further in to her. She lifted her stocking covered legs over my legs, tying. As I walked towards the Wine Bistro down the street from the office, after work, I once again discovered Jennifer and her friends sitting at the same spot where I usually see them. As I approached, they stopped talking.Then I heard one of the girls whisper, “What do you think?”“Stop it!” another one said.I looked their way and smiled. Jennifer was seated with her back to me and her feet propped up on a chair.“You ride is here,” one of the girls teasingly joked while looking at Jennifer.Jennifer. We were stuck. I came out of my waders and shed a few clothes and slipped over the side and edged my way around in the cold dark water till I could feel the stump with my foot. I pushed to no avail trying to get the boat free from its wedged position over the tiny and sharp pointed stump that lay inches below the surface, unseen. My barefoot felt along the slimy water soaked timber trying to find a solution to get, unlodged. The group in the boat was becoming more and more unsettled. ‘We’re. ’ I told her, ‘Based on past experience with the man, I would caution you about calling him that. He’ll spend 10 minutes or more explaining how his father and grandfather were Mr. DeShade and since he isn’t one of them he isn’t a mister.’ ‘He’s Eldarin or Dar to his friends. That will include Sally and Erika.’ ‘I don’t know why, but he really hates being called mister or sir. He was always friendly to enlisted types to, but didn’t seem to like most officers much.’ Janice said, ‘That’s ok, as.