“My nigga start rollin’,” he said looking at Polo. “Dat all da liquor you got, faggit,” Jay quizzed. “I have some Paul Masson in my suitca...e,” Shane teared up. “Hell yeah! Pour it up, hoe,” Polo ordered assembling two blunts. “You smoke, punk,” Duke chimed in. “No. My …” “You bout to tah-nite, faggit,” Duke corrected him. Shane was on his feet. There were two small plastic cups in the bathroom. There were also two glasses in the cabinet of the extended stay hotel. Thankfully, those were just. She tries to hide it, but I know Eddie. I know. It wouldn't surprise me if she was getting fucked by some other man. She wants a dick in her all the time, but she doesn't understand that its not how marriage works. I need to provide for you both, and she needs to take care of you."Eddie went to sleep that night and dreamt of his beautiful stacked mother. On her knees, looking up at him. On her back, legs spread wide. Cuddled up next to him in his bed.The next morning, as they packed up the. ..you're so good at this, Sweetheart. You're so generous."He groans again, his kneading building in pressure. The tingles between my legs get stronger and I feel a wetness down there. I haven't felt like this in years."Peter, stop," I gasp.He stops immediately. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks, his hands still on my breasts."No," I say. "I just think we might be going too far." I just want to make you happy, Ms Gardner." His hands leave my breasts."I know, Sweetheart, but you're not James.. He collides with my mom’s body. My mom was holding the bar with one hand and so sexy folds on her waist was visible clearly. Now he wanted to touch my mom waist. So he moved his finger slowly and touches my mom waist and slowly he placed his Palm on my mom waist.There was no reaction from mom and this gave courage to him and pinched my mom waist with his hand. My mom was realizing some things went wrong. So she turned back and looked that guy with full of anger and he suddenly took his hand.