Perhaps I will. I am sitting on a bench in Birmingham Garden wearing a pastel yellow skirt that comes to mid thigh showing the start of my sheer beige...stocking welts.My shoes are 4" matching yellow open toed pumps.My blouse is white silk covering my bra filled with double D breast forms.My wig, of natural human hair,is shoulder length.My face is "done up" conservatively except for my nails and lip-stick,all deep red.I give the impression of a typical southern matron. I see you approach and. The two men held completely still while Mom was rocking back and forth between them. First mom's mouth would go completely over Uncle Ron's penis and the black man's would be almost all the way out of her. Then she would rock back and the opposite would happen. Her big boobs hung below her and each time she rocked back or forth I could see them sway. Even with Uncle Ron's thing in her mouth, I could hear her moaning. I watched for several minutes and my kitty started to feel funny so I put. The center of the Palace was an acre garden park which was shared by all. The exterior wall of the Palace was another security wall 15 foot high it was designed to be the last resort protection for the people of Foxwood.Dan looked over the palace from the wide cobble stoned roadway from Main Gate to Palace entrance. He identified the Palace (later he learned it was called Foxes Den) With a well known building back home. It resembled a wooden Pentagon.As expected his number two man, in this case. Her body was resting against mine and she was breathing on my neck as she stated, "Ok lets try it again slowly." She lowered her body down in unison with mine her large breast pushed against my back with her hands on my torso guiding my action. She let out a light moan in my ear as we did a few more up and down. As she stayed with me on each rep. her hands fell to my thighs as she stated, "Are you starting to feel the burn?" Before I could respond her hands moved up to my ass. This.