She was about seventy, and as round as she was wide. It was very hard to imagine her as young woman, courting a young man, but I tried to see her that...way, while she said, "You youngsters got married way young like Harold and me. We were young like you, only I was thirteen, almost fourteen, and Harold was the baker's son."We met because my father and Harold's mother loved to 'comfort' each other, as they were both widows. My mother die in childbirth, with my brother Abraham, and Harold's mother. They looked brand new. Who ever they belonged to must have hated them. I had no idea why people gave away almost new clothes. Unless the previous owner died suddenly, I thought. I stopped thinking like that and just paid the six bucks for the two tee shirts and a pair of shorts.I turned around and drove the twenty miles back to Rosedale. When I arrived home I filled the gas tank. The plan was to measure the gas used, and then figure the miles per gallon. I knew that I had left home with a half. . what...' one after another question bombarded you till eventually, 'STOP! Who am I? And who is... that? I must... open my eyes!' you struggled, you felt something move but it wasn't what you needed, then you did it, somehow you knew how, you opened your eyes. You could see, a green liquid surrounding you, and standing in front of you was a... person yes that was the word, something was on your face... on your mouth and nose pumping something, oxygen, into you.The person... had short gray. " I mouthed the word. "I want to see you cum..." My fingers were plunging in and out of myself now. Watching her approach her climax, I tried to time mine. It hit. She bounced on the couch, calling out my name and drive the vibrator inside her with a powerful thrusting motion. I wanked as fast as I could, producing a huge orgasm that made me stumble in the stairwell. My foot hit the floor one step down with a thud. Mama froze. Shit!I bounded silently up the stairs and crawled quietly onto my.