My mother had gotten into exercising in the last few years so she was often in some sort of work out clothes. She is in her fifties and petite, but he... skin shows her age. She has short hair with a mix of black and gray, small breasts and a healthy butt. I’ve often found her attractive, but never thought much more about her.”Nice of you to get up,” she said looking up from her book.”Yeah, I guess I needed some sleep. Where are the guys?” I said as I found some coffee and a danish. I knew my. Her tiny white dress had ridden up her thighs, and there was a tantalising glimpse of panties, with a tuft of dark hair peeking out. Looking around, I noticed that there was a huge puddle on the ground too. She had completely lost control and pissed herself at least once. Alone out here, with her drunk, incapable and dripping with her own urine, I felt my cock stiffening at once.I sat down beside her on the bench and she barely stirred. Reaching down, I moved her panties aside and stroked the. ."Rather than fucking her senseless like he wants to, he pushes her hips to the side and rolls her on her back, her hands still bound and helpless, and sees the love and the lust in her eyes. He lowers himself between her beautiful thighs, kissing and biting the exposed skin above the stockings. She twists and writhes in pleasure as his biting, sucking lips gets closer and closer to that sweet spot that drives her wild. Eventually, his skilled tongue, through the silk of her red panties,. I loaded the magazine, put it in the gun and then demanded. "Drive out of town, before we go to the hotel." Why?" one of the men who brought the SWV asked."Karl looked at me holding the pistol pointed at the floor and said, "You really have to learn to listen to Sylvia. She seldom says anything she isn't damn serious about. Find a empty road," Karl said as he put his glove on as well.We were well out of town when I pointed the pistol out the widow and up in the air. I fired nine rounds off just.