" He said he wanted to stop, I said "well do you really want all this go to waste? You can only get my pussy with his load in your pretty little ass."...He went back into the pillow, and took the slow, deep, ass fucking he was getting. I let his go on for a good while longer before telling him, "just putting your face in the pillow, is no fun for my brother, so if it is not fun for him, it will probably take another hour to cum, atleast. Just relax and have fun, and you will be fucked harder, get. Gently grabbing both her hands I waited until her gaze met mine."What is it?" I asked.Stacy and I had always been close. My father had died while on the job as a policeman. Ever since then it had just been me and my mom. You might say I have a soft spot for single moms and Stacy was no exception. We could talk to each other and be totally ourselves, and there was a certain freedom in that. Both of us were not hoping to impress each other and we found we had a lot in common.As pretty as Stacy. I patted her head and rubbed under her chin. I checked the cell phone. No bars. I turned on my engine and started the car. I had somehow killed it during the slow decent into the snowy ditch. I put the car in first gear and slowly eased on the gas. I could feel my tires spinning, so I eased off. Trying to ward off fear, I got out of my car to look at the situation.The snow was just too deep and even with chains, I couldn’t get any traction. We were stuck. I wanted badly to try driving away. I said what magazines are you reading? Hoping he was going to say porn but not expecting it to be so. He laughed and said oh you know just old guy magazines I had at home since my wife passed. I asked if I could see them, he laughed again and said as long as I don't tell anyone. After my promise he pulled a couple Penthouse, one Playboy and one Hustler magazines out from his desk drawer. I pulled the Playboy out and looked at the women inside, commenting on not liking the fake boobs which he.