She would button her blouse, unhook her bra—she was wearing front-clasping bras these days for ease of access—and her breasts would spill out. I w...uld grin at her and play with those tits.I would knead them, caress them. I would get her to squirm. She would moan and gasp. She would make such sweet sounds as I loved every inch of my mother's tits. After ten or so minutes, when she was nice and simmering, I'd go for her nipples.She'd scream her head off.It was a shame I couldn't drive my Corvette. Luckily, we weren’t spotted. We went out to the neighborhood exit, and turned into a gas station. “Take me home, Matt.” Said Aaron.“OK.”I turned out to take him home, in Collins North Proper. We had to drive on the Interstate to get there...and I was high as shit. I knew it would be difficult, but I made it. We took him home, while Jordan loaded a bowl in the back seat, for after we dropped him off.We pulled up to his house, and let him off. Collins was a large town of mostly rich people.. All 6 1/2 inches of it and his alone. " No I was thinking of a little play toy twat for both of us. Like that Jill you and Don were playingwith at the hotel. I wish we could contact her. She'd be perfect." John knew exactly who she spoke of. Jill was a young girl looking to make a few bucks to get back home. Sharon had seen the video that was made of John and his friend Don with her a couple of months ago. Not that John didn't tell Sharon about the whole story as well. Everything was well. She glanced over at the clock on the stove – it read 4:38 am. She had actually slept in. Rambo was prone to wanting his morning walk at four due to the fact that they normally worked the daytime shift at the station. But after Sergio’s little stunt on Thursday, she had called Hank and asked him if he would let her use a vacation-day on Friday. He consented much to her relief. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she opened the sliding door that led out to her deck. Sitting down on the.