"But what about the rest of it? My ID. My credit cards. My apartment." All taken care of," the man replied, picking up a leather handbag and tossing i... to her. "Take a look."Wondering just what he meant, she opened the purse and pulled out the woman's wallet she found inside. There, in an unusually good driver's license photo, was the same face she saw staring back at her from the mirror. "Roselyn Peters," she read. Then looked at the man. "That's my grandmother's name."The man nodded at that.. " I went on and Mom finally replied."How could I be offended by a compliment like that? We mustn't forget that I'm your mother though and you shouldn't be looking at me in that way. Plus I don't know what you could see in an old bag like me anyway." Your beautiful and sexy and any male couldn't help looking at you like that." I felt a bit more confident with Mom's reply and once again she lifted onto one elbow to look at me."I'm honoured that you see me that way and it's just a pity that we're. It seemed we had to stop in every town we passed through and by 7pm we had managed to make it to the Idaho and Nevada border. By then I was tired and frustrated as well as hungry and the bright lights of the casino Cactus Pete's seemed the answer. For some strange reason it seemed everyone on the road had the same idea and when we went to get a rooms for the night we were informed the only room they had left was one with two queen beds. The four of us agreed it was better than driving through. If it were possible to smile with a cock in your mouth, she knew she would be doing it. She was an expert at managing his orgasm perfectly, having had endless practice. She knew exactly when to slow down and stop to avoid overstimulating him. As she finished, she cleaned his cock with her tongue. That done, she rearranged herself to lay next to him, kissing his neck. As he regained his senses, he spoke. "Nora, that was very, very good. But I must confess, I didn't mean to come so fast. I wanted.