I wanted this fat old man so badly, I couldn’t believe it. And apparently neither could anyone else on board as everyone stared and watched, which o...ly made me hornier.We took a cab from the airport to the hotel. The driver was an older black man who was quite obese, probably 350 pounds, I couldn’t help but notice that he kept checking me out in the rear view mirror, and so did Mr. Thompson. “Show him your tits slut.” I looked at Mr. Thompson. He kissed me, to calm me, as I pulled down my dress. "We'd better finish our breakfast, we've got painting and sculpting to do."As we finished breakfast, I filled Mom in on the email exchange. I could see her mind drifting off to plan the new sculptures as I spoke. As I suspected, the money, fantastic as is was, was secondary to the fact that someone wanted her work. As her mind toiled, I could have slapped myself to see if I was really awake and not dreaming. I mean, I was sitting at the breakfast table with my sexy mother, dressed in a skirt. "I had thought you were more the action-heroine type. Youknow...swing in, grab mom, get her out of the Mall." Well...that's still an option," Maggie replied. "But I'd rather haveRita Noble all hot and bothered over what we're setting up here. Shealways keeps an eye on the fashion scene. This should definitely gether attention." At that moment, Maggie's cell phone began blaring itsring tone. Checking the ID, she confirmed it was Larry, and allowedthe call to connect. "Hey you. You're lucky you. I went down on him for like 20 minutes, I had no idea what I was doing, haha! Once it became clear I wasn't going to be able to get him off with my mouth, and after trying my hands as well. My eagerness to make him cum forced me to swallow my pride, and let him have me completely. I stood on my tippy toes "I was shorter at the time", and he fucked me from behind, against the shower wall. It was the most intense thing i had ever felt. So we started doing that a lot, showering together when no.