“I know something that would feel a lot better than your hand!” I was still paralyzed when she pulled off her blouse and her big fleshy tits shook...with her motion. “You can start with these if you like,” she said gleefully.I finally found my voice, “Cover yourself up young woman and get out of here. I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes.” My willy had wilted as I zipped up my pants and rearranged my shirt. I remembered to shut down the computer before I left it.She was sitting in the living. Looking across the street, it was as if she was waiting for me, crossing to me, much like a snake would stock prey, she stopped in front of my porch. My house is designed in such a way, that I can set out front and not be seen by anyone driving down the street, so when she pulled off her one piece, leaving her totally nude. The slow walk up the stairs to me, already had me captivated. Her movements were smooth, each breast swinging back and forth, yet no sag of any kind, standing out proud -the. ." He holds his cock away so that she can lift the slip and then he feels the heat of her plump, cotton covered behind on the naked sensitivity of his cock. With the slip gone he feels the warmth of her body radiating through the cotton. And her ass is so soft and well rounded that it already fills his cock with enough pleasure. She is also slightly moving it, making it feel alive. He move his cock to the crack of his mother's still panty covered ass and start moving it in and out. He can hear. ‘Stay here because Hitler said to’ and ‘you get to say all the racist stuff you want’ aren’t enough reasons to take his shit without them. The balance of power has shifted. It’s not enough to keep them loyal anymore, Schell’s had to keep them HAPPY.” She inhaled, then blew a stream of smoke at the map. “Where are the children?”Ortega had spent the most time studying the surveillance. He answered her question.“The girls are kept with the women.” He explained, then pointed to another trailer.