My mom was a fat woman with a flawless and fair skin. Though she was 46, she looked like 34. She had very big 38D yet slightly firm boobs while my gir...friend had only 32D. I wanted to squeeze my mother’s milky boobs but my ethical brain didn’t want me to think that way. So I looked down.“Don’t do anything stupid. I will wear clothes and come”, she said.My drunk half didn’t want her to go. So I asked her to stay with me. She quietly came near me, held my hand and guided me to sleep on the bed. I. Giancarlo Antonio Verano was the only son of Giancarlo Massimo Verano, an Italian immigrant of the early 1950's. They had come from a small town near Torino, and had left the economic and political wasteland of post-war Italy for a better life in North America. The elder Verano brought with him only a few tools and his pregnant wife, Carlotta, when he made his journey.They landed in Montreal, and after giving birth to their son, put all of their combined energies into finding a home in the. They all look the same. They get a fabulous salary. In addition, they are modified to his specifications. They are shrunk, their cunts are reduced to his size, as are their assholes, and they all have outsized tits. I guess this must fit some sophomoric conception of his. You could not pay me enough.Leaving the office clutching my deposit receipt I jump into a glide car. Going to my friend John’s arms is something I had masturbated to for hours on end while on my voyage.Getting there, I hop up. Penny growled out herexcitement as Jenny moved her hands back to steady herself by grippingPenny's rock-hard butt. Jenny seemed to lose herself as suddenly, the onlything that she could think about was to satisfy this throbbing, pulsing rodin her mouth. Just as it seemed she was about to, Penny lifted her roughlyand spun her around, bending her over the bathroom counter, her wet pussyexposed as she stood on tiptoes to hike her ass in the air. Jenny's nipplesand clit were rock-hard and burning.