.hiding from Ilsa....hidingfrom what she had become...away from what she wanted to be....So she ran...through the flowers, and then through some hedge..., andthen past a frond-covered pond filled with geese, and then finallyinto the dark, beckoning trees of the forest...where she could finallybe alone, alone with herself and her anger. Once in the forest, she had slowed and walked the wide paths there.... listening to the singing of the birds...cupping one in her hands before sending it flitting. My grandmother didn’t look fifty-four. I remembered her arriving at the house, when I was little, in sweat-stained running clothes, wearing a sweat band around her head and stuff like that. She didn’t run any more, but she walked a lot, and attended exercise classes at the gym, along with a bunch of her friends. She was in pretty good shape. She was also the most masculine of all of the man-haters. She was the one who tossed a baseball with me, and threw footballs more or less at me, when I was. Jim was extremely turned on and had been on the verge of cumming nearly three or four times but this was just too much for him to hold back on. As he came he heard his mother yelp as her mouth filled with cum. She pumped his cock into her mouth until his cock was empty. As if by instinct turned back to face Jim keeping her head bowed. Jim noticed that her cheeks were puffed out. She straddled him and tilted her head back she pushed her cheeks in with her hands until cum spilt out of her lips. He could feel her insides moving and stretching to allow him to fill her as much as he could. Her belly bulged slightly more, coming to rest on the threshers chest below her. The cock buried in her ass began thrusting with more ryhthm now, long forceful strokes, tip to base, continually for what seemed like forever. The girl now had another cock stuffed up into her mouth, pressing onward for more. The force of the thresher behind her pushed her head down onto the calloused member inside her.