30, only mom and I were at home alone. The thought itself gave me a boner.About my mom, her name is Stella (obviously changed). She’s 49 years old (...t that time) and a housewife by profession. Dusky in complexion and has a curvy structure with a good fat belly and a fat ass. Her measurements are 36-34-36. Yes, she has great tits and ass.I went for a bath and finished my brunch by 11.30. By the time my mom was taking a little nap in her room. I just went in to see what she was doing. I was. “You had to become to strongest person in the world before having the guts to propose!” All the tension from trying to mediate the previous situation, before he exited his seclusion, and then from the shook of his announcement had vanished from her expression.“Yahoo! I’m finally going to be a bridesmaid!” Liz applauded, mostly to herself. Because of the local custom in Grerown’s birthplace, his wedding with Zetsa was postponed; hence she had yet to play the part.“Congratulation, guys!” Dane. Anna had started to collect her share of some of those trophies.Anna had a beautiful home in Beverly Hills, and I always stayed with her there, even when she was gone on a job and I was doing my own movie/publishing business. We were close, and I know we both had a great deal of affection for each other. We'd even used the "L" word to describe our feelings towards one another, but never followed those statements with any further commitments or proposals. Anna planned a few weeks off from her. I realized that even though I had cum in my pants, I was still raging hard, and was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I kept my eyes open the whole time…watching those huge nuts come close to my nose, then having my head pulled back, and then shoved back down again. There was a constant salty taste from the copious amounts of precum snot that was drooling out as I tongued his piss slit, and I could see that huge sack start to tighten, and shrivel up. I knew what was coming. I.