”“It’s okay. I have a picture of his friend.” Angie opened the locket. “Do you remember her? Her name was Rose.”“No, missy. I don’t. B...t I think I would remember her,” he smiled.“Okay. Thanks!”“You may wanna check over there with Bertha. In the wheelchair,” he pointed.“Thank you, sir!”Angie moved over to the woman sitting quietly in the corner. “Excuse me, Miss Bertha.”“Who’s askin’,” snapped the dark-skinned lady.“I’m Angie Evans. I was trying to find out about a friend of grandfather. Her. Her biological clock was ticking big time and in the last couple of years I hadn’t succeeded in knocking her up. Her frustration at not being pregnant was real so I told her that if she did fuck him and got pregnant, she would have the baby and we would raise it together.Her long stare into nowhere reflected how deeply she was thinking about it. We didn’t have our masturbation session again before Kenny was to arrive and Donna was distant and quiet the whole time.Finally, it was the night Kenny. As a gesture, I sent her some virtual roses one day, and she actually cried, as her ex-boyfriend had never given her flowers. Two weeks later she actually sent me a lovely floral arrangement by wire, and I was quite impressed, never having gotten flowers from a woman before. Then she completely shocked me. By the time we had only known one another 4 weeks, she had a plane ticket to come visit. She planned on staying with my son and I for a month, never having known me before one month earlier.. My eyes were still closed while we fucked. Tanya had her legs at my side while I fucked her. She was making all kinds moaning sounds while I gave her the ride of her life. My cock felt good in her warm treasure. Her breasts were flopping all over the place, while I drilled her cunt hard. She wasn't the prettiest woman I ever fucked, but she wasn't the ugliest either. “Kiss me!” I leaned down and gave her a deep and passionate kiss. She practically kissed my face off. She had her hands on my ass.