Maybe it was the alcohol she had consumed, the bump on the head, or a combination of both; but she could not stand. In fact, she just wanted to flop ...ut on the floor. If it would have been today, I would call 911 but we had not even imagined the concept of 911. I could have called a neighbor, but I knew mother would have objected to their involvement. Instead, I dragged her on a throw-rug through the kitchen, into the hall, and into her bedroom. There I struggled to get her partway on the. Getting used to my length is not difficult for most women, but as my sister told me when we were first exploring our sexual identities, my cock was almost too damn thick for fun! That did not deter Lisa. She wanted it badly enough that we were going to fuck no matter what!Chastity rolled onto her side and watched suddenly completely recovered and hungry for more. Her eyes were drinking in the muscles in the legs of her mother as she bounced up and down on my glistening shaft. She started to ask. "Let me get back to you on it. What does this cousin of yours look like, how old is he, married? Tell me a little about him," I told him. "He's about thirty years old, single, average built, works for the Boeing company as a painter, so has a steady job, owns his own place, doesn't drink much. Most of the time he likes to hunt and fish or take pictures with his camera. Just a all around nice young guy," Tony told me. "Okay, I'll get back to you, what's his name?" "Paul Washington," Tony. ’ Her panties were stretched almost to breaking as she spread her thighs wider still. The way she was slightly raised up on her knees, allowed him to see the full swell of her mound and her open lips. Her fingers brushed his, as she masturbated herself faster, panting harder now… She wanted his tongue to lick the surplus juices from her inner thigh. She wanted him to deposit a little load of saliva and secretion around the pertness of her behind in a perverse benediction of her flesh. He would.