What are two Southern girls doing, liking pastrami?”I’m still digesting the idea that she and I are ‘Southern girls’, what with me being ninet...en and her in her seventies, but we did end up here having lived in the same corner of Louisiana.She continued, “We’ve become somewhat homogenized. The old regional lines have been crossed so many times ... I won’t even begin to approach Grandma Desai’s impact...”“And she even gets upset because her son added hummus to their appetizer menu,” I. Fortunately, I didn't wake mom but somewhere in her sleep I must have cause her pain because with my final push mom let out a short moan or yelp. Once in her to the full depth I stayed still and emptied myself into my mom and she made no sound or movement while I pumped into her. One, two, three, four strong jets of hot cum shot out and into mom followed by four or five more spasms as I filled her with every drop I had; filling her for a second time that night. I could feel the wetness around. She was looking at you with googly eyes all through high school. If it was me, I’d go take her out, go out to Lake Darling, and tap that prime heifer before some other bull sells her a load.”“Is that the man who has never kissed another girl since you kissed mom in Jr. High talking?” I said.“Well, after a number of years and a few offers, a man starts to wonder what it’s like to be that Hugh Hefner fellow,” Dad said.“That job is filled dad. I admit it would be tempting to have a new and. She sits at the bar for about a half hour, brushing off the advances of several men and drinking more before an unexpected visitor arrives at her side.“Well fancy meeting you here,” Mandi, the silver haired beauty says as she pokes Veronica in the side gently.Veronica nearly jumps of the chair. Her heart starts pumping and it takes a moment for it to settle. “What are you doing here?” she asks.Mandi smiles at her. “I could ask the same.”Veronica thinks about it for a second, realizing that it.