I'm quite proud of my hips, not because of the thrusting power inherent to their form, but the way they expand and invite when I lay down sideways at ...ight.I flex my massive arms, sighing while I do so. Listless, I step lightly around the confines of my room, "Hm, everything is soooo... drab." the last syllable on that drab word, drab, hangs in the air for a moment, before faltering and landing face first in my burgundy carpet. I seem to do well for myself, or so everyone constantly reminds me. My hands were inside her petticoat, exploring her secret places and as they reached the spot where her thighs met, up deep in the V of her pelvis,I was delighted to feel my fingers touch her skin – my darling maid was not wearing any underwear, Wow! There was a little growth of hair on her pussy and her labia were already a little moist. My middle finger slipped in to its hilt while I could touch her slightly distended clitoris with my thumb. As I did so her back convulsed and she bit my lower. " Please, Mom, tell me what to do."If I was wet before, thinking about fucking my husband in front of the fireplace and of the possibility that he might be cheating on me, this conversation had me totally soaking. This had really gone far enough. I bent to kiss Ernie on the head, in dismissal, when I saw the pleading look in his eyes. My brain exploded in confusion, thoughts jumbled and meaningless. Ernie's hand rested on my leg. My eyes closed; I was about to throw caution to the wind, and I. So that alone took us more than a year. We decided to build a bigone, and install it in an RV that wouldn't attract too much attention ineighty-five." Why eighty-five?" Dawson came up with it. He had almost no control of the empire after youleft. You left instructions that essentially broke the company into itstwo hundred or so subsidiaries, which left no centralized power for him. Noempire. He wanted to go back to eighty-five and build a new one from theground up." With what? I mean, future.