I followed Pam and Doug to their place in my own car. It turns out that they lived a few short blocks from my own apartment, not far from where I ran ...nto Doug earlier in the day. Pam led us all inside into a modest, but cozy little house she shared with her son. In the middle was a small, but brightly decorated Christmas tree. As Pam removed her bulky winter coat, I could not help but notice her trim, shapely figure. She really was an attractive young woman. I offered to help with whatever I. “Can you hear it?” she breathed. Mr Bryant could hear it, though he was afraid of turning the sound up too loud, just in case Mrs Bryant had slipped inside. Even so, the sound of Mrs Holland’s moist vagina was audible and sent tremors through his stiff organ. “Are you enjoying watching your horny MILF?” Corinne asked. “A very horny MILF who wants to be fucked so very deep.” She began frigging herself harder, the hand that had been concerned with her breasts now being used to rub her clit. Not great for my ego, but made the interview far less awkward than it might have been otherwise. We chatted about the kind of work she'd be expected to do, the company and her experience. The chat was filled with jokes and giggles, and even a little flirtatiousness."Do you mind if I take my jacket off?" She said, wafting an envelope she was carrying to cool her face.I smiled, "Take off anything that you fancy." I said, then worried about the potential of an ensuing court case for harassment.She. It was as if he were launching into a new and exciting adventure, and he felt as if he had suddenly become a man, ready to tackle life.His real mother and a sister! A new home. A new life! He wondered if his mother were as beautiful as he imagined her. He had asked Ma Baylor a hundred times about her--what she looked like, what kind of personality she had, and a hundred other details about the mother he'd never met. He was sure she would be beautiful, soft and kind, an angel on earth. Ma Baylor.