"My mother looked down at me from that high, high height way above me and I could tell from the way she shook her head she was disappointed in me."Bob...y, you are almost nine years old now and nine year old boys are not, I repeat, not ever afraid to open their own closet door!"I knew she was right but my tummy was still turning over and I had that terrible feeling that my pancakes and syrup were about to leave it the same way they just went down. I had this sudden urge to run to the bathroom and. .and under that name were listed a long list of movies....so here i am...this wasn't her only movie now i started checking out this video list of hers...some movies were a bit old showing her young ...and some were really new she looked almost exactly like how she was now..and what i found really int resting was that all of her new movies were with young guys my age or a bit older...well i guess that's normal...she was playing the mild type of woman...the movies were not a high class movies. "Oh gawd, yesss,” she sighed.Without standing, I reached down into my pant’s pocket for a condom. I kicked off my pants, removed my shirt and got between her legs. Condom in place, she reached for my cock and guided it to her opening. I slowly inserted and she raised her hips to accept and welcome my penetration. I was amazed when she immediately set a rapid pace, seemingly in a hurry to reach her climax. I matched her rhythm and my thrusts were met with unbridled enthusiasm. She gasped and. Wendy did her best to pull the truck over to the side and stop, she sat in the trucks cab and just thought.Wendy grew tired, all the adrenaline from killing Mr.Patterson and Matt wore off and her head slumped as she fell asleep.A sharp tapping on the truck window sent her head jolting up. Wendy looked out the windshield, the sun was just setting, it must have been about 7 or 8 pm. She then looked to the side window from where the knocking had come.She saw a big black man, a little fat, with.