Pre-cum was leaking out of the tip of my cock, making my rock-hard member shiny and slippery. After a moment, she stood and proceeded to strip. Firs... her skirt and panties, then her white shirt and bra. Her enormous breasts, with silver dollar sized areolas and thumb sized nipples were outstanding. Then, I noticed her extremely hairy pussy. It began just below her big belly and ran down her cunt and between her legs. Maria moved toward me and straddled my cock. She rubbed the head of it. .." she said and then grabbed a piece of tissue and wiped her eyes."Mom, what's wrong? Is daddy coming?" Angela asked."Daddy is dead, sweetie. He was on an airplane that took off from Atlanta, and crashed into the 55-story Bank of America Plaza, which used to soar over our hometown at over a thousand feet. Daddy was flying out to California, when his plane was hijacked by terrorists. They killed all ninety people on board. The terrorists were after the president and daddy and a few others. We walked into the theatre and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. We looked around the place to find an appropriate seat. There were a few people in the theatre, maybe a dozen spread around. Some were sitting in couples others were on their own. We walked down a couple of aisles to a spot in the middle. As we walked down I looked at a guy sitting on his own then realised he was not alone at all. A woman was giving him what appeared to be an excellent blow job. He smiled up. There she stood with her perfect tits exposed. Then she walked over to me and removed my shirt, and then she undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. Then she turned and walked over to the bed and before she crawled on it she dropped her tight jeans, revealing she hadn’t worn panties and her sexy ass. Then she motioned for me to join her. I walked over to the bed, and she pulled me down beside her. We started kissing passionately, while our hands explored each other’s body. My cock was.