She eased herself back up into a sitting position without putting her weigh on his body.“Bert…Bert are you alright?” she cried out.It was moment... before there was any movement from the old fella, but he looked up with a twinkle in he’s old eyes.“Missy, you’re one hell of a fuck, wish I’d have known you 40 year ago. God, I’d have given you a seeing to…Hell!”Belinda started to gently lift from him, but taking her time, there was still enjoyment to be had from the mammoth cock, even at this slow. A small part of her couldn't believe what she was doing, but the more dominant part, the part fueled by alcohol and lust, well it wanted cock and couldn't get enough of it.She'd lost count of how many guys had splattered the insides of her cunt with their ball juice, likewise she couldn't remember how many loads she'd swallowed or had been shot all over her face. It dripped down in long gooey strings, which she reached out and scooped up if one of her hands wasn't jerking a cock or if her mouth. " Me, either," Roger agreed. "She knew you have the hearing the day after tomorrow, and I thought she would have wanted to be there for that." I think so too. But maybe it would be for the best if she isn't there. I can just see her getting up in court and mouthing off at Delmer." Yeah, that wouldn't help your case any. Look on the positive side. We know she went somewhere, probably right after ComicCon, so we have to assume she's all right." Yeah, but she's still my mother," she replied. "Can. But it feels so good when it’s clean and loose that I haven’t quite managed to convince myself to cut it.”As Rhee and I started the two hair dryers on her head, Heather was dried off and she had started climbing back into her sweaty clothes.“Hey! Stop that!”I had to yell to be heard over the hair dryers. I turned off the one in my hand and Rhee, seeing what I had done, turned hers off.“You don’t want to wear those sweaty things. You can borrow some of mine. Your torso is shorter, but you look.