The problem was, Susan was my Mum. She may be 37 but she has the face and body of an 18 year old. So it was then, that to cure the wet dreams I'd fant...sise about my Mum. She just looked so hot. I'd sneak looks at her as she sunbathed out back in just a thong and no top. I'd drool as she painted her cute little toenails bright red before putting on some high heels to go out. At last, I knew that dreaming about her would be all I'd ever do unless I made a positive move to seduce her. During the. " When we reached the front door of her building I put up the umbrella I'd brought and led her to the side of the nearby road, to the place where the campus shuttle busses stopped. There was a plexiglas shelter there, which was enclosed on three sides and had a roof and a bench. We went inside; fortunately the rain was being blown from behind the shelter and I was able to put my umbrella down. I told Carol to stand by the bench and sat down next to her. We had the shelter to ourselves. There. ' The money was funneled through several cut-outs (another 'slang' term!) but the transfers were all electronic, and thus I could 'persuade' them to give up their secrets. I deduced (here, I refused to use the slang term: 'deducktid' – it sounded just too stupid, to me) that there must be something to hide, since they took such elaborate steps to hide the funding. The Institute for Sensible Power Policy was funded exclusively by the U.S. coal industries; or what seemed to be mostly coal. That way you can see my face and tits…”Obediently, Charlie lay down on his back, letting Tracy climb on top and start to fuck her cunt up and down his hard shaft. Eager to make him come soon, she used all her best tricks, loosening her cunt muscles before sliding smoothly down, and then squeezing tight around his rod before lifting up. Charlie was happy: “Oh yeah, baby, you are so fucking sexy! Let me kiss you, babe,” he said, holding up his arms affectionately.“Oh shit,” thought Tracy again..