She moans around my cock as I start to play with it. I can hardly believe that I am actually touching her tits! I love the feeling of her soft tender ...lobes of flesh.A few minutes later, I moan out, “Mommmmm! Oooohhhh!! Aaaaawwww!” as she continues her attack by starting to slide her mouth further down my pole. I have never experienced anything that felt so good! She slowly bobs her head up and down while using her tongue for even more stimulation. Just the fact that my cock is in my mother’s. Stopping at the door she tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach and warning signs all around her. When she opened the door, she noticed the dimly lit bar only had a few people inside, all men of various ages and stages of intoxication. Just before she had a chance to reconsider her agreement to meet Max here, the bartender asked, “Can I help you, hon?” “I…I’m just looking for a friend that was going to meet me here.” “Oh, you must be Holly,” extending his hand “I’m Jake…Max should be here. At this point, the sun was high enough that we decided to return to the ranch house. The horses were not too tired, so we decided to race. Sarah took of in a blaze of speed, leaving me to run a poor second. She easily beat me back to the corral and was laughing when I rode up. (God, I love to see her laugh.) We left the horses with the same stable boy and went back into the house.She led me into the same room where I had found her working. We sat in comfortable chairs facing each other and. Mr. Hanson, would never forgive me if I screwed up today’s meeting. Once more my eyes were drawn to her golden flesh. I followed her strong muscled legs up from her strange boots. It looked like she was standing on her tip-toes, but the boots didn’t have any heels so I couldn’t understand what forced her stand that way. She was a tall girl, almost as tall as I was I guessed, but at the moment she was a good two or three inches taller than me because of way the boots made her stand. Again I.