“Have a nice day!”“Thank you, Sir.” She looked down at the slip and took her bags out of the store with her.My curiosity was growing by the s...cond as I watched two more women do the same. What would mine say?The checker started on my items and I tried to smile politely despite the fire in my breasts. I resisted the urge to put my hands around his throat and tell him to hurry the fuck up. “You new in town?” He smiled and looked at my breasts.“Yes.” I couldn’t manage much more without. ”I walked the one step back to the chair, then sitting looked Jo-Anne in the face. She had what looked like teary eyes but she wasn’t crying almost but not quite. I leaned forward taking her closest hand in mine then standing lead her into the sitting room. Sitting on the sofa I wrapped my arm about her gently pulling her closer to me. She never argued, just rested her head on my shoulder. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you Jake. He didn’t walk out on me. I left him because he started to. I looked at her. I could say nothing because she kissed me again. We probably kissed for at least ten minutes. Then she laid down on her bed. She looked up facing me. I could well see her upper half then. I caught myself staring at her tits. They looked big. She was wearing shorts and a white t-shirt. Her boobs looked tight in that shirt, like it was threatening to burst open any second. Her tits looked nice and round from my view, not floppy or squishy. She obviously was reading my mind. But today her son seems to enjoy her pussy and give her maximum enjoyment in the process. She never was so sexually stimulated in her life.She gave up all moral and religious restrictions, she parted her thighs as wide as possible for her son. She in a trembling and impatient voice said to her son, wait da kanna, let amma help you, mmm, sss, uuh. With a hurry with her trembling hands reached her pussy. She caught hold of her son’s face and took his face off her vagina for a while. She kissed.