All you had to do was cooperate. As you can see, I have a rather nasty scar thanks to your handiwork.’ She winced at the direction this conversation...was heading, and she knew she was about to pay for that scar and pay dearly. She wanted to refuse the food, but her body overruled her mind and will and she sat mechanically and picked up the fork, eating gingerly, knowing as starved as she was she couldn’t put too much food in her stomach or it would reject it. They ate in silence, a silence that. I can’t sleep and I want your opinion.”I responded, “Mom, I’ve told you that you look fantastic. What else can I say.”“I need your opinion if you think I am sexy. Dad doesn’t think so anymore.”“Mom, it’s not for a guy to tell his mother she is sexy.”She said, “Just how sexy do you really think I am?”, as she sat on the side of my bed.“That’s not really for a son to say to his mother.”She reached under the sheet and felt my cock. By now I already had an erection just by looking at her. She. She’s right in her assessment, but things will improve soon.”“I don’t see how,” she said.“Tomorrow. You’ll see tomorrow,” Oscar said thinking about what was going to happen.Georgia sat in the car watching Oscar walk to the door of the Mosque. He rapped on the side of the door with his staff. The result was a boom that echoed over the whole area. The men who had been following him stared at him with violence in their eyes. Oscar turned and looked over the men. From within the Mosque, a loud. I moved up so he could have them in his face. He began to suck on them, first one then the other. I loved the feeling of his mouth on my boobs.I rolled over on my back and pulled him on top of me, our mouths meeting in a deep kiss and his hard muscles pressing against my large, soft breasts. I asked him to pull off my bottoms and he did, his eyes going really wide when he saw my naked, excited pussy.Inevitably his erection found my wet, waiting slit and he entered me with his hard cock. Then.