His accent giving the one word two syllables. I roll my eyes. “What do you want?” He looks around while he speaks. “Surely there must be somethi...g,” he continues, his expression and voice taking on a more serious tone. “Every woman wants something.” I just continue to watch him, hoping that my face reveals little. But when his eyes finally rest on me and make their way to my own, I am visibly angry. “I’m here. You have made whatever point you were attempting to make.” He thinks that this is a. She removed her hand and I moved forward sliding completely into my mother. The feeling was incredible as I pushed in and lowered my body down on top of hers, crushing her tits against my chest, then she started moving her hips sliding her vagina up and down. The wet velvety feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft making my dick head tingle like no female had ever done before. I started moving my body fucking my sexy mother, I was lost in the incredible feeling when I heard her say. Two passengers of the car got out too, and shook their fists and yelled at Francis. The fender was pushed in and the truck bumper was over top of the one on the car, locking them together.I came around to try to quell the argument. Francis was completely out of sorts. The money and his scheming, then the accident was too much for him."Gentlemen." Then more forcefully, "Gentlemen." They now looked at me. "If I pay for the damages to your vehicle, will that settle the argument?" Ya, Mon. But it. "The points from this morning, boy!" the old man laughed, and Anthony felt a knot grow in his stomach. Is this guy everywhere? he wondered again. How does he know all this stuff? "This morning?" he finally managed to choke out and the old man once more laughed."Does the name Bubbles ring any bells?" the man laughed, and Anthony gasped."Bubbles?" Yes, and her friends? I hope you had a good time," the man said."What?" You didn't? She swore she would make sure you enjoyed yourself. Should I let.