I have had all the foreplay I could stand. Please just move up and fuck me."Not one to refuse a lady, I moved between her legs. I could feel the tensi...n quivering in her thighs as I brushed past them. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, separating the inner lips and spreading her nectar. I moved back down until I got to her opening and pushed. The head of my cock slid in, and I marveled at the feeling of being engulfed within her velvety walls. She groaned as I slid in until. He married my mom a couple of years after Dad died, though why she married him I don’t know, they’re leagues apart. She is a 5’10” latin lady, tanned skin, dark brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and a well maintained hourglass figure. He is a 6’2” pot-bellied, balding alcoholic, with no hair on his head to speak of, blotchy red skin, and a face only a mother could love. ‘Course it was different when he was younger, he was the best cop on the force, and mom couldn’t raise me by herself being a. We both laughed.(Laugh is a good sign in any sexual advancement).I took that opportunity to offer her a back rub. Well, what do you know? The woman agreed. She sat up in the bed and I knelt behind her. I started the massage very softly on the back of her neck and advanced to the lower back. She was very ticklish. I could feel that she was getting very comfortable with my hands on her back, so I took it one notch up.So I slowly started advancing my hands up through the back of her t-shirt. I did. “He…he said that he couldn’t get under them on the lawn mower and he just cut them off,” Jeffery said. His voice was hoarse, I knew he was crying again. I didn’t look at him. I started to cry then. I cried before I even knew I wanted to cry, the tears just came, hot and painful in my throat, clamoring to get out. I took in the smooth, fleshy-whiteness of the place where the branches had been, I looked to where the two branches lay forgotten—one on top of the other—in the shade by the fence. I.