.. I..." Jackie, I work as a nurse to pay for this house, buy food, pay for an old car, gas and insurance. But my job is being a mother to you and Mar.... It hurts to have somebody who's only known you for 48 hours tell me that you've been hurting and were afraid to bother me by coming to me. I haven't been doing my job. How could you even think I didn't care for you?" Mom, I never thought you didn't care for us. That's why you work such long hours and are tired all the time. Part of my job is to. "Yes," said Danny. He continued to sit and leer at his mother.Lani could feel herself beginning to blush. "Don't you think you'd better get started? I have to get supper together." Come here first," said the young man and moved his chair back. "Come sit on my lap." I most certainly will not," snapped his mother. "I'm tired of your insolent behavior and I won't tolerate it any longer." I was about to say something similar about your behavior, Mom." What do you mean by that? If I've done anything. Usually bottles of toiletries in the bathroom, some of them were very thick, much thicker than my own cock and I once managed a can of coke. My logic was that I couldn't stick my cock into anything so I would stick things inside me. It gave me pleasure but never an orgasm..I used to read a few girlie mags at the time and loved looking at pussies and the readers letters. I read about anal sex and I wondered what it must feel like. Maybe it could give me something that was missing from my sex. ‘Damn she tastes great,’ Jay thought. This woman was about a 15 on a 10 scale, and jay was getting ready to make her C&* a second time. Jay didn’t really have much experience with intercourse, but his ‘head game was on point,’ as one former girlfriend had told him. That, plus the knowledge that this was the only time he would get THIS opportunity in his life, fucking a model-quality woman of this caliber meant he had to make the most of this opportunity while it lasted. When Jay had his fingers.