"I can't ride bikes any more. My balance is all fucked up from a stroke I had a few years ago. My grandkids want to ride their bikes but their parents...are divorced and my daughter works a hell of a lot. So I needed a trike. I looked at what was out there and they were all way to expensive. So I designed this one. Then I kind of built it myself."I got a few tools left from when I was younger. I had to covert the front wheel from freewheel to a drive wheel but it wasn't too hard. A little welding. .. There were Mom’s tits. They were so from and plump. Her nipples were as big as Isidora while her breasts were actually even larger than mine. They were impressive tits. I had a lush pair of D’s, and Mom ... Damn. I squirmed at them, staring at those hard nubs. I used to suckle from them. This strange tingle rippled through me.“Damn, Mom,” groaned Isidora. She had a hungry look in her eyes. She rose to her feet, her hard cock thrusting out before her. “You’re gorgeous.”Mom’s cheeks blushed. Like I said, Vanessa has always been an exhibitionist but never in front of me. I’d hear her stories and wonder what it would be like to see her in action. Ten years later I was getting my chance. Vanessa, ran her hand down her pussy and opened her labia. With her other hand she slid 2 fingers in and out of her hole. Even though we were in the steam room, I could tell that her pussy was wet. “ Smell this.” Vanessa said after removing her fingers from her cunt. “What? I’m not smelling your. We left the crude cabin and headed back for the scene of the ambush, hoping Foster's company would reassemble as we had been taught to do. Only two of his men were there along with several civilians. The girl asked about her sister, and one of the children pointed. "She and Bucko was still tied together when I saw 'em," the boy said. "The man was draggin' 'em off toward the crick."I handed George my good rifle to take care of, and the girl followed me in the direction the child had pointed..