I stared at this hot redhead standing in front of me bare-naked. Even the crickets seemed to be applauding at the sight.“So am I underdressed or are...you overdressed?” She asked.“Definitely, I’m overdressed.” Her hands undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I felt the zipper go down then her hand reached in and grabbed my expanding cock. I lifted my butt and pulled my pants past it. She massaged my cock with her hand and leaned in to kiss me. Her tongue moved around my mouth exploring. Her other. "My momma got me on the pill a week after my first period. She got knocked up in high school and said that iffen' I ever did before marriage she would kill me and then throw me in a dumpster."I told her, "You can thank your mama for me in the morning, because I want to feel that sopping wet pussy wrapped around my cock when I blast off deep inside of you." I will, if you can make me cum tonight."With that, I stood from the chair, still holding her and walked to the bed. Her legs were around my. Yes, it was love, not just lust, I was certain of that, Jesus I was falling in love with her, my own mother."Where are you, mum?" I shouted as I returned with two dozen bottles of lager straight from the store's cooler."Give me two minutes baby," she shouted. "Get us both a lager and make yourself comfortable in the garden, I hope you're ready for this."I was more than ready for it, as the semi-erect cock in my shorts was telling me, the little episode in the bar had left me wanting more, much. . ?”“It’s that damned Bill Warren, is so!” Vangie bleated.“And what’s that supposed to mean?”“My God! In spite of his name, he must be a Scot!”“Oh... ? Why is that?”“Because he’s incapable of spending any money, is why that is,” Vangie retorted. “And that’s not the worst of it, either. You know that the idiot producers in Hollywood would obviously rather receive awards than make money...”“And... ?” Cathy prompted.“Well, it’s pretty simple. There’s research past counting that shows that the.