She was by now stationed behind him and to the side, scrubbing at his neck for him, and she clocked the slight movement and realises he was having wha... you cruder fellows call a wank. Smiling to herself she told him to stand up as she could not reach his bum…woops he had not thought of that, but you don’t argue with mum do you, so slowly he rose like Nessie from the deep, so she could wash his arse. Grinning at his blushes she washed the lads back end, then still behind him she reached through. She had been very beautiful and graceful.Her major problem, and the major reason for the abuse and neglect that I suffered, was that she was a hypochondriac, and because of that a drug addict.Her personality was what one would call weak and labile or unstable. She could seem loving and caring one moment and bitter, angry and brutal the next. You never knew in advance.During her lifetime, even in her teens, she had been in and out of trouble with the police for drug usage, more times than anyone. Inch by inch I pushed my monster white cock into Ann’s pink pussy lips, all the while Kim is yelling fuck the whore and Darcy yelling with Kim the same yeah James fuck this “son fucking whore”. I adjust my angle to go full fuck mode on Ann’s cunt, I pounded away in this heavenly tight box. Kim tells Darcy that she needs to pee and asked if she should go across the hall or just piss in this sluts mouth. I see Ann give a smile along with eyes going wide which by the looks the girls gave seeing. Crosstie had been his leader that year; in fact, this would be the first time Josh had started the Warsaw Run without the faithful, intelligent old dog.None of the ten dogs still on the picket line from the truck had been among the other six dogs; it had been what had seemed to him a good team then, that mangy pack of mutts he'd spent every spare minute for months training. He could still remember their names: along with Crosstie, there had been Polly, Stinker, (who had a digestive system that.