Strange. No return address. I shook the package. No rattling, so I guess it's not a bomb. What's this written on it."For Your Eyes Only- Private".Who ...ould send me a package like this? Private, huh? Well, I guess I can use the conference room to see what's inside..."Miss Jones?".This time I immediately recognized the voice. Oh great, what did the boss want now. "Can you fax these out for me? It needs to go out by 5pm or we risk blowing this whole deal." What's this WE shit, kimosabe?, I thought. My toes curled and I instinctively caught a fistful of mom’s black hair and forced her head down. My hips jumped and I groaned loud.The microphones had been set just right so you could heard the sound mom made when I came and a big spurt shot into her mouth. You could audibly hear her say “M-m!” when she caught a mouthful of her child’s semen. A close-up showed the movement in her throat as she swallowed it down. There was no way a mother could have spit anything her child would shoot from his. Every other time they made love, there had been that nervous, fearful rush because he either couldn't believe it was happening or was afraid she might suddenly realize they shouldn't be fucking. This time, he would do everything Miss Tonya taught him about pleasuring a woman, so Candy never forgot this day, and she'd know how much he loved her.Evan moved out from under Candy, grabbed her hips, and flipped her on her back. She gasped and asked, "What are you doing?"He faked confidence, smiled,. I used to go for a walk every day on the beach as my house is near to the beach. There we can see girls and aunties going for a walk. There I noticed one aunty who goes for a walk from my area.She too noticed me but we just ignored each other as we didn’t know each other in person. One day when I completed the walk she was standing in the parking area. She was searching for something. Then after seeing me, she asked me for help. She told me that her scooter was missing. So I helped her for in.