She was 47 years old. She cheered madly. So happy to see her daughter there, so proud of her, the honors that she had earned, the recognition and the ...egree she had worked for, her little girl was a grown woman and she was so happy. The party, her daughter interacting, so assured, nothing like the little girl of old, yet still with that joy for life and beautiful smile. She was 56 years old. She played with the wonderful wriggling ball of joy, changed the diapers and cooed and gooed and kissed. Now I appreciate them." Different, how?" They're both free spirits. My dad was an architect. He's retired, and now he's a luthier." A what?" A luthier -- someone who makes stringed musical instruments. He did that as a hobby when I was little but now he's made it into a business." That actually sounds pretty cool." I think so ... now, at least. He never played ball with me or got involved with little league. That seemed more important to me at the time." What about your mom?" Mom was an. A gentle, wonderfully fragrant breeze caressed the whole scene. I peacefully gazed out at this little place paradise of mine, and dreamed of sucking that babe's fine tits as I slid my hard black cock up her hot, wet cunt. I closed my eyes and rested on my back, and dreamt of fucking the gorgeous girl I'd just waved at, and whose tits I'd just seen. My hand involuntarily went to my crotch and I rubbed my growing dick through my shorts as I thought of her. I pulled my hardening nine-inches of. I feel everything, sense everything; I crave more, I want more. He kisses my neck, running his lips up to my ear, his warm breath on my skin, causing me to shake with my impending orgasmic explosion. I cannot stop shaking from the feelings going through me, as his fingers continue the pleasure with pinching, then flicking my nipples, as both hands are now working together; they move down my body, undoing my pants, pushing them down enough for access to my knickers, then his hands move quickly.