I still remember the mother who, when I collected any cold evening, would invite me in and offer me hot cocoa. Another family always tipped me five do...lars for the calendar I would deliver in mid-December, back in those days that was an awesome tip.But my favorite customer, for years I never knew her name. When I first delivered the paper, her daughter was age four or five, and somehow—each time I would collect—and Cindy was home, I would ask, "Cindy, what is the capital of Iowa, West Virginia,. "You know I don't like that," she said. "Why should I care if you like it? You can fuck other men and if I hadn't caught you I may never have known. Why should I give a fuck if you don't like it up the arse?" It was not other men. It was our good friend. You must have known that I like him and that I would never be able to say no if ever the question came up. I intended telling you when I had the opportunity."The sperm was providing enough lubrication that without much pressure I was entering. Like you 'n' Dan don't do public displays of affection yourselves." We're just ... restrained," Cindy retorted."Uh, NO," Jason laughed."Well Mom's got ALL those tattoos. Every area you mentioned." She's trying to get 'em removed," I said."Which costs more than getting' 'em in the first place," Cindy sighed."And that's usually the case with poor decisions, you know," Jason said. "But she's trying. That's a good thing." That's a good thing," Cindy repeated.Yeah, Cindy's mom is not the only one. I didn’t kiss manasa yet. I gave them the fruit punch and they drank it. After that I pulled manasa on to me I pushed her to the wall. Her ass crack could feel my erect dick. She held my dick and I pressed her to the wall with force she moaned with pain.I turned her around teased my dick over her pussy and started smooching her like a wild goose chase. I presses her boobs and lifted her up against the wall and kissed for a long time. I then put her down and she was on to my dick sucking it. I.