‘Oh, God, Mom!’ he panted. ‘I can’t believe it! I can’t -‘ ‘Well believe it,’ she said. As he stepped closer to the bed, she stretche... her head closer to him. Opening her mouth, she sucked the great knob of his prick and half his cockshaft into her mouth. She hummed as she sucked, her cheeks caving in from the pressure. Her fingers drew up the creases between her puffed-up cuntlips and her thighs, then trailed into the slick waiting crevice of her pussy itself. As she slipped one finger. Suddenly while still in my late teens, I was widowed. I moved in with my mother and kept to myself for the first year after the accident, just trying to figure out what was next. I finally started going out with friends to some of the local bars just to socialize. Back then if you were over eighteen, you could buy beer so there were always a lot of people my age out and about. One night I met this guy who was a bit older than me but seemed so nice. I was charmed by his maturity because he. And I knew they were safe in overdose too.I felt that we were both dancing around the obvious. We could continueto question each other's motives, but it was a pointless thing to do. Istudied his face looking for clues of a pending violent outburst. Hehadn't met my gaze for a while, but he seemed in control. Tentatively, Icollapsed my elbow down and rested my head on his shoulder, near hisslightly smelly armpit. He did not resist or withdraw. I couldn't seehis face clearly now so I turned to. Early in the century, Carl Gustafson decided Pentwater was the Coming Thing and built a Quality Department Store. Five stories of white faced brick and huge display front windows. The stock took up an entire three masted Lake Schooner shipment, if you couldn't buy it at Gustafson's you didn't need it.The first year, Carl lasted five months and the snows hit. It's hard to sell anything when no one in town saw out of doors for weeks at a time ... and they knew it was coming.For the next.