..more?" she gasped as I pulled her hips up, bringing her ass into the air.Mom turned her head and looked behind her. Her face pressed into the sheets...she watched as I moved up behind her. My hard cock was aiming for her dripping pussy."God...how can you still be hard?" Mom moaned."Because of my MOTHER." And with the last word, I rammed every inch I had deep into her."FFFUUUCKKKKKKKK" mom wailed as I stretched her wide open."Your mother...your lover...your slut...your whore." Mom babbled under. "Now, you stupid bitch" he smirked "I want you to buy a jar of pickles. Then I want you to go home, get undressed and stick a pickle up your juicy cunt. I want you to fuck yourself with it and then eat it. Do you understand? If you do, then say it to me." I'm going to buy a jar of pickles" she said "Then I'm going to go home, get undressed and stick a pickle up my juicy cunt. Then I'm going to fuck myself with it and eat it." O.K." Don said "Now get your fat ass moving and do it."The Parking. Knowing that This bench had a Paddle in a spot upfront I reached over and pulled it out her eyes got a little big and then she nodded so I gave her I smack at about half strength she moaned again more So now with a measured pace I smacked her little ass five times and then twice more at a much stronger Intensity After the last blow I could hear her quite well as she moaned god yes and started to cum Vibrating on the bench as well as moisture dripping out of her little thong after a minute she. I live down in Florida. My husband and I retired down there.”“You’re married?” I asked trying desperately not to let on my disappointment.“I was. David died last year when a drunk teenager ran his car up over the curb and into the table where David and I were eating. I never even got knocked off my chair but David….”I watched as the brightness in her face was eclipsed by the memory of her loss. “I’m sorry. I truly am. I’m so sorry for your loss.”“Ron, it was good seeing you but I suppose.