" What the hell are you talking about? Why would you move out?" Jason, the easiest and nicest way for me to answer that would be to tell you to ask yo...r mother. As far as I am concerned that would be a cop out on my part. Your mother decided she wanted to trade up. I think she was looking for someone with a better job or position. I am not sure. In any event it turned out that I was not good enough for her anymore. I'm going to stay away for a while so she can figure out what she wants to do.. . wonderful!"It happened to me on that first day we met... was it only three weeks ago? It seems like a lifetime! Brenda had lured me to your campsite, and we were talking and laughing. It had been MONTHS since I'd laughed. I didn't know I still knew how! And then, just like that; instantly; I felt her inside of me. At first, I thought it was Brenda; but then I felt..." She looked at me appraisingly, and went on. "... I felt the baby. It was the most amazing feeling! I was part of her. She was. As tall and imposing as Lisa already is, she further enhances that on stage with knee high patent leather spike heeled boots. On stage and in life she had real presence. Today however, she was dressed head to foot in rocker babe noir: black leather biker jacket with a tight wife beater under that. The jacket was zipped half way up sort of cinching in to further enhance her wonderful tits, so much better in real life. She had on a tight short skirt and weirdly, heavy biker boots. She had a pair. “Stop it!” glancing back to me, “and turn off that damn camera!” “No, I’ve always wanted to film you so I guess I’ll just film myself jacking off on your hot body!” as I rubbed my aching cock against her hip. "Turn off the camera and let's go to bed and I'll help you," she pleaded as she turned back around. She looked over at me and saw that I was still filming us, "Please turn off the camera." "I want to record you. Nobody else will see it." I was pushing my cock against her ass as I.