I'm a fucking retard. i cant do this tonight" ummmm oookaaaayyyy" she said with obvious confusion (i would like to think disappointment as well)i hung...up the phone.After a couple of days , I couldnt stop thinking about her. Gazing at pix and wondering what could have been i called her again.She picked up and before she could say hello i intruded "Look i Know im fucking retarded, and i didnt handle things well but im going to the bar and waiting for You right now. i have to meet You its friggin. Now it was my turn to visit heaven. I moved up her body and held my dick in my hand to rub the head along her slit. Her wetness made it easy to rub across her parted lips. I slowly pushed my cock into her hot tunnel then pulled back almost all the way out, then plunged into her in one swift, hard thrust. Her tight, hot, velvety pussy was hugging my cock like a vice. Oh my God, Mia. You feel so fucking good! Her legs went around my waist, while my hands played with her magnificent breasts.. He found hismother Rita passed out on the couch. This was quite common as Rita was theneighborhood drunk. Joey found her passed out some where in the house 2-3times a week, so this did not surprise him. What did surprise him was thismorning she was past out wearing nothing but her bathrobe, which had fallenopen during the night.Now Rita was a gorgeous woman with a hot body, about 6'0" tall, a flatstomach, a nice tight ass, about a 36c size chest with 1/2 inch nipples whenhard, and long tan. “Write up my report.”“Good, good,” I moaned. “That’s all that happened here. Just radio it in. No crime happened. You spoke to my daughter. She and her friend...” I searched for a guy’s name. “Her friend, Dennis Marshal, confessed. You admonished them. So no evidence of molestation. Repeat that.”As she spoke, I fought my groans. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as my daughter’s tongue fluttered around my asshole. She darted around my sphincter. It was wicked. Heat shuddered through me. Her.