’ he let her go and rushed into the bathroom. Then with supersonic speed, like Clark Kent changed into Superman, he dressed a black cotton shirt, b...ue denim jeans, brown suede jacket and matching shoes. He passed by his mother’s room knocked on the closed white door, and then said hastily, ‘I’m going out, be ready when I come back, it shouldn’t take long. Love you!’ and rushed downstairs. Behind the closed door his mother, a middle aged woman, standing at 5’7’ft, was wearing a bathrobe and a. It was comfortable and she noticed it had some electrical controls on the side. The thought of a bed that vibrated while she was being fucked was driving her wild. She wondered how big Brother William’s cock would be. She wasn’t too concerned as she could handle almost anything. Her panties were dripping wet. She wondered where he was? Yoshimi sat on the bed waiting for another five minutes and then a black door opened. Brother William was wearing a soft hooded black robe with a gold rope. I had the casserole in the ovenand was going over some papers for selling my house when Chrissie came in,I had never noticed when I had been Chrissie but she's like a whirlwindalways rushing."Chrissie, we have to talk," I started. "Ok," she responded, "but I'mgoing to have to get changed - something smells lovely." I've done acasserole for supper I explained then we had a discussion about who doeswhat while I was staying with her, then she shot up stairs to get changed.I had lost my nerve so to. I couldn'thelp but think of my own mother, Mabel Hudson. When I was growing up,she told me about her life as a little girl in Georgia during the CivilWar, and all the suffering she and her family had endured when GeneralSherman's men swept through her daddy's farm like an avenging whirlwind.They had been wiped out, and rather than try to start over there, theyhad moved to the plains of Kansas.It was here that she met my father, Joseph Clark. Oh, she had a hardlife. Until the day she died.