What a rush to have her long for me so much. Unlike the normal skank’s I’ve dated; only my mother can make me feel like I’m a G-D.As a side note... Linda, my mom is in her late forty’s and not a bad looking woman. Growing up mom was the perfect Suzy Home Maker. She looked like she came right out of a cheap 50’s sitcom, but hotter. I would often catch my friends eating her baked cookies while starring at her ass and small but very cute tits. Linda has these fucking hot pointy ass nipples. No. Finally, it dawned on me what I should do.I said, "Anslee, my dear, I think that we will have to change our approach on this. Please roll over onto your back and raise your legs into the air. Let's see if that helps. If not, I have one more idea."Anslee rolled onto her back and raised her legs as I asked. "Now, my dear, move your feet as far apart as you can. That should pull your pussy lips farther apart and give me more opening." Ah, now her pussy lips were pulled far enough apart that they. " I'm not sure that's the right term." Jacob smiled with his eyesclosed as she sheared. "But yeah for now it works for us." Term or no term, you definitely make a cute little house wife if youask me," said Rebecca, brushing his hair across his face. "One everyguy would love to come home to when I'm done with you." You know I don't know if that's good or bad," laughed Jacob."Well it'll be good if you keep still, and bad if you keep fidgetingwhile I'm trimming," joked Rebecca, stopping his face. Eight years, and what have I got to show for it? A few crummy sticks of furniture that's not worth hauling out for the garbage. Let the super do it, after she left.It wasn't going to take her any five or six days to pack up and close the apartment, she realized; she could do it today, if she wanted to. She'd done some good in that time, but it seemed like the good that she'd done didn't come very often. All too often, when something good happened, she didn't feel very good about it.It had been.