I sat on looked her up and down . “ someone likes what he says “ she sung . “I do “ . She lay down of the couch and grabbed my shirt with her ...and , pulled me in closer as we kissed . I kissed down on her neck and kissed her chest , as I bite and lightly kissed her tits . But thier was no response to my bite , “ your gonna have to bite harder “ she told me . I tightened my bite “ Harder “ , until my mouth was shut on her nipple. Then I pulled my mouth . She squealed and placed her hand on my. My embarrassment only lasted a few seconds as she put her hand around the base of my cock, smiled and said "It's only fair I help you with the problem I created" To my disbelief she started stroking my cock, She asked if I wanted her to stop and I said, "No."Slowly at first, gradually her hand stroked harder as all I could do was look into her eyes and enjoy every stroke. Before long she pumped my cock as hard as she could leaning over and whispering, "Cum for me baby." It wasn't long before I. Her pallu fell off and I jumped on her like a wild animal. I started kissing her chest while fondling her boobs. Her massive cleavage was bulging out of her neckline. I started kissing her boobs over her blouse.I then proceeded to unbutton her blouse to free those busty mounds which were suffocating and waiting to be set free. With the last button undone, her boobs popped out. She was wearing a white bra. I pushed them up to reveal her naked boobs which were heavenly.Even both my hand cupped. The irony of a rainy day funeral was lost on Zoe Parker as she stared at the wooden box that held her deceased mother. Zoe observed the twenty or so people who decided to attend the burial ceremony. The small crowd creating a semi circle around the casket consisted of mostly people from her neighborhood smattered with a few of her mother’s old friends. All of them had known Sandra Parker during the better years of her life. All of them seemed to have abandoned her over the past three years as.