He’d come so much in his hand while jacking off to his mother’s pussy scent. He loved his mother so much. He really felt that the men she dated ...idn’t appreciate her. They were just dirtbags she met at the bar where she worked. Mary Boyd was an attractive woman. She had a great body and a nice ass. Peter fantasized that he and his mother were intimate. Mary was a single mother.She had many boyfriends but none of them seemed to ever make her happy. His mother was often sad and got drunk. . We did it down at the beach, back of the car, everywhere we could.Eventually, he ended up having to sell his house (part of the divorce settlement) and moved into a large shed located at the back of one of his mate’s businesses in the LIA. It wasn’t much, but it had the essentials. Small kitchen, bathroom, couch, television, and a bed, which was located on an upper mezzanine floor, which you could only access via a ladder. So at least we had a view when we fucked.One afternoon, we were. She dipped a mug into the drum and washed her face with that water.I couldn’t stay back in the water and rose up and she screamed loudly. She searched here and there for her towel and covered herself with it. After she realized that it’s me, within a moment my uncle came running towards the bathroom and shouted, “What happened?” from outside.I was literally begging her by talking in a low voice. She finally told that its some mouse in the bathroom and he left murmuring something. She tied her. "They sound soulless and cruel. To sell their indentured labourers as if they were nothing more than old tractors or beaten up combine harvesters..." It's a company I've never heard of before," said Chris. "International Consolidated Capital Investment or some name like that. I've heard they buy assets, sell what they don't want to the highest bidder, and make what's left as profitable as they can." And I take it that you and your mates are what they don't want?" I guess so," said Chris with.