He got between my legs and pulled down his pant. He had a big cock. His very long cock was touching my legs. His nail made some marks on my boobs. I t...ld him, “You motherfucker, what are you doing, do slowly”. He heard such a word from me first time. Then I switched on the light from one hand. He smiled to me. I told my son, “I was waiting for it all these days my loving son, I will show you the place which you came out.” I showed him my vagina widening my legs. He watched it like a new things. She did exercise regularly and she wasn't fat. Very nicely padded I thought. Her tits did sag but then what ladies didn't if they have had a bunch of kids and were over sixty. That damn Melody was always talking Shirley into stuff. It didn't that help her life long best friend, Nancy, had recently produced two very nice, very firm, very large breasts where her formerly large saggy tits used to be. This was just another adventure Shirley wanted to do with Nancy and Mel. Oh well, I guess I had. I undo my belt from around her hand and she stretches her jaw quickly. She blinks her eyes that are run with mascara, stained lightly with tears. She exhales a long breath and looks up at me, quiet and grateful she says thank you Sir, and I lift her chin in my hand, smiling at her and kissing her forehead.I tell her not to worry. I have a number of different ways in mind for her to make it up to me. And also, I tell her, that my demands that she not leave me waiting again, did not just relate. Carrie and I, and in fact all the women in our family are big, strong and athletic. We range from 5’9? (my aunt Melinda) to 6’0? (my sister Linda) and all from 155 pounds to 170. Might sound chunky, but it’s not at all, anything but. But Hilary beats us all. She’s probably 6’1 or 2? and about 180 pounds. But she might be the best looking too, and she’s an athlete and no doubt stronger than any of the rest of us. She has a sleek, solid hourglass figure and such strong, shapely legs. I must say.