He pushed forward and felt his mother’s pussy swallow an inch of his cock. If he closed his eyes he could believe he was sliding into the tight cunt...of a teenager, but he didn’t want to close his eyes. He stared at his mother, at her heaving chest and her face twisted with passion. He soaked in the vision of her form held snugly in that vivid white wedding gown, of her legs in those stockings, the sight of her pussy spreading around his fat cock. He pulled back, thrust in harder, sinking half. I didn't want to fuck that up.After I had about sixteen, six or so inch diameter trees down, I was done with the saw. The limbing could be easily done with an axe or hatchet and cutting to length would be easy enough with a handsaw. It wouldn't hurt a thing to save alcohol and put off the time until I had to crank up my still.The door wasn't my first project though. I needed a sawbuck to help handling the trees for cutting. They're a pain in the ass to cut with a handsaw if they're lying on the. I looked at her. She wasn’t looking particularly affected yet. “Yeah, Bink. Just hang on. Thunderstorms aren’t forever.”Which was a truth. The roll cloud at the beginning was getting further behind us, the wind becoming steady, the seas quieting. I eased away from the course I’d chosen to ride through the storm, returning to something closer to the course we chose for our trip. Now it’s just rain and wind.“Binkabenjamanda,” Bink said. “I thought it was gonna be really bad.”“Just a squall line,”. She took my hand and led my upstairs, once in the bedroom she slipped her apron off and kissed me again. Our hands were all over each other, while I felt her naked chubby leg, gran managed to undo my trousers, let then drop to the floor and was now feeling my cock and balls. Gran then took my hand and pulled it towards her pussy and started to part her legs.She held my hand against her bush and I could feel her pushing and rubbing herself on to it. Gran stepped back once more and I watched as.