. , ““Oh, Brad!” An angelic voice sang.“Uhh?” He grunted.He lifted his head wrinkling his brow and squinting from the brilliant light shinin... in his eyes. He put his right hand up to his forehead shielding his eyes from the strong light. A shadowy, bright figure came into focus.“Aunt Laura ... Mom? Is that you Mom?” Brad asked feeling as if still half asleep.“Oh, so now that I’m dead, he finally decides to call me Mom!” Laura kidded sarcastically, gesturing with her arms.“Yes honey, it’s me,”. “Prove it.”He adjusted his seat and leaned back, crossed his arms behind his head and looked at me, waiting.I leaned over towards him and felt the crotch of his pants with my right hand, supporting myself up with my left. I could feel his growing bulge as I started rubbing his hungry cock. “I’m gonna take off your pants,” I hissed, stating the obvious. He gave me an approving glance, nodding, and observed with keen interest, as I slowly pulled down his zipper, and subsequently his pants to. Stacey was scared but a bit excited. She ran her fingers along the head. It twitched, then she ran her fingers along the length of it. It twitched again and seemed to get a little harder. She just had to, so she wrapped her hand around it and gave it another squeeze).Priest: Now you have your husband in your hand, what would you like to do with it?(Stacey was too far gone to turn back. Sex starved; this was her moment to get a good feeding).Stacey: Suck it.(without further hesitation,. We had a couple of beers and then she asked if I could help her with a thing in her house that she needed to move. Of course I agreed to help her. We drove over to her house and it only took a couple of minutes to move the big heavy dresser from one room to another. She asked if I wanted another beer. I joked and said it was the least she could give me after all my hard work.We sat down on her couch and started to chat about life. She once again said she really wanted a k** but could not find a.