It only took a couple of minutes of hard fucking to get Mother frantically wiggling her ass and french-kissing me and blubbering about how great it wa.... And the more I pronged her the wilder she became. It was so great, sliding mw prick in and out of her slick cunt. The lack of hair made it so much smoother and I could watch as my cock was sliding in and out of her pussy. The fat lips would pull out as I moved back then pull together and I once again moved back into that warm, slick cunt. I was. The sort of day I need is one where I wake up and my fucking leg’s where it ought to be and I don’t get assholes asking me to choose the prosthesis I like best. Now fuck off and die.’ I threw the phone at the wall and felt ashamed of myself almost immediately. She was only doing her job. The hell with it. It was time to fall over in the shower again. I twisted awkwardly, fumbling for the crutches that stood by the bed, and a wave of self-loathing swept over me. I used to like myself a lot, but. I don’t know if God intended for her to be the way she is, or if He intended for her to kill her child, as part of some grand master plan. I am not even going to try to understand her. I heard that in her later years, she cried out for mercy. That she could be heard in her room screaming out to God for forgiveness. I wonder also if she’s sincere. How can she be remorseful if she doesn’t realize what she’s done? Is it a plea just because she feels that it’s expected? Or is she even able to. Her eyes were closed tightly in anticipation of his next action.Padding barefoot into the kitchen, he quickly found three dishtowels neatly folded in a cupboard. Returning to the form bent over the chair, he tied one trim ankle to the back leg of the heavy chair with one of the small towels. Spreading her legs about 6 inches wider than they were, he then secured the other ankle to the front leg of the chair.He met with no resistance from her during all of this. She complied with his slightest.