Eighty percent of the time you look a tree over, make your best guess, start cutting, and everything goes along fine. It's the other twenty percent of...the time where things can go wrong. The biggest problem is you never know which percentage you're putting the saw to at the time.Everything can look fine and then go to shit after you've gone too far to make any difference by stopping. The most important part of the whole deal is knowing which exit to take when something does go wrong.I fully. She was on her hands and knees and her snow white body was sandwiched between the two black bodies of Jim and Jake. Their seven inch steel hard black cocks filled my mother from both ends. Jim was on his knees, holding her hips and fucking her. Jake was on his knees with his hands behind her head pulling her mouth onto his shaft. Every time Jim would pound her, her tits would sway sharply back and forth. As I watched with a combination of shock and delight I noticed that Jim was not fucking. He washed the dishes and then read the Trib until it was time to get Carolyn. Early at the church, he listened to the radio while watching for the flash of light which would mean that the door had opened. When it came, Carolyn was among the first ones out. There were two steps down from the walk up to the door to the sidewalk. He met her there. When he put out his hand, she grinned at his worry, but she took the hand. He opened the car door for her, and when she was inside, went around and got. She was wearing a pair of very small earlobes with tiny studs. Her hair was dense, dark and curly. Her face was simply glowing and her cheeks had just the shade of nervous blushing. “Welcome Tabu,” I greeted her tentatively. She was equally nervous as her eyes wandered all over the suite as she came inside. I offered her a seat and she settled down on the edge with her eyes wide open. “You gave a surprise of my life,” She said with another smile.“I wish I did,” I said with a wry smile. “But you.