Izzy whirled around and looked at me kind of funny. She gave a little whistle almost under her breath. “Wow. I’m pretty lucky then, huh? I want yo... to know I would love you if you were a pauper.”“And I want you to know that I would have signed away all my wealth and my share in the company to get you back.”Izzy looked at Elsa and reached out and held her hand, and then looked back at me. She said, “Can we fuck again? I am feeling very needy right now, and sex is at the top of my list of things. That means... " That means you'll have to have your bedpan emptied and someone to clean you up, fix meals and feed you. Sam, emptying bedpans is another of the things I know how to do that you didn't know about. I took care of my dad for the last few months before he died. Hell, you don't have anything he didn't have."Looking over with another of her perfectly done smirks, she mumbled something that sounded a lot like, "... except dad was probably a lot bigger than you are."She couldn't have. I had been screwed so many times in the back seat of that car that it almost felt like a boudoir to me. It was solid black and sat low to the ground on tires and wheels that set me back almost the price of the car itself.I didn't realize when I bought it that it had been used for a few years by the Sheriff's as an unmarked car for the anti-drug squad. All I knew was that when I went on an appointment into some tough areas to do an hour of private dancing or special massage therapy, I could see. She raised her butt and I slid them down to her knees. She pulled them the rest of the way and kicked them off and was sitting there in my lap with my hard-on between her thighs, pressing against her moist pussy. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her pussy lips up and down my shaft, coating the upper side of my cock with her copious sap. Meanwhile, we hardly ate anything, but we did!Mom was getting hotter as her pussy skated up and down the upper side of my shaft. She grabbed a lump of butter.