She was spending many late nights at the office working on ideas to bring back the press to a profitable concern. So, when she got home she was not in...the best of her moods. This time her clients were switching off their orders elsewhere and mom was at a loss to control the situation. But her stormy moods usually don’t last long at home. Her nerves start paining, and she can’t get her normal sleep at night. Every time I push my head in her room, she wants to avoid me. After a few days, she was. Aletha ordered a scotch on the rocks and when it came she picked it up with a trembling hand and took a sip. She could taste the smokey flavor and She was astonished - She was supposed to be dead - how could She feel things, taste things? It was all so confusing. Aletha got up to use the ladies room and when she was looking in the mirror, touching up her makeup She got her first really good look at the woman who had killed her. Good boobs, great legs, nice figure overall and a very lovely face.. I wasnt tired. I wanted to make the most of it. So i went down to her pants. I first touched her pussy frm outside. Then i put my hand into it. I wanted to take off her pyjama, bt thot that its too dangerous. So i jst jerked off again making my dick touch her pussy frm outside.Next morning, i went to d servant quarter where she wud bathe. She was already inside. I took a mirror with me. There was sm gap between door and floor. So i put d mirror there to look inside. Inside i cud see her take of. Lula did as he said and quit crying. She swallowed his spurting cum.John kissed her and said."We'll get along just fine as long as you do what I say" he smiled. John ****d his mother every day and night he stuck his prick up her asshole and fucked her. He pissed on her when he didn't have a hard dick. His mom was a stinking mess. Lula pretended she liked it and one day she went to her closet and got a small hand gun and hid it under her pillow. It was her dead husbands. She moved the telephone.