She looked like a black Betty Crocker, or maybe it was a young, hot Aunt Jemima."What's the occasion?" I asked, and moved behind her, pulling out her ...ips and holding them firm. I shoved my crotch into her and bent over to kiss her neck. She laid down the knife."Can't a wife cook for her man?" she said. Her smile broadened, and she turned her cheek to me. I gave her a big one under her ear, and kept my lips there.Her body smelled of cinnamon and apples. I squeezed her large tits, one after the. ‘Very well,’ she replied. She led them to a small table. Zahava sat down at one end and the old witch at the other. The man sat on the side and threw down a gold coin. ‘Give me your hands,’ the old woman requested. ‘No,’ Zahava replied. ‘Do it,’ the man yelled before banging his fist onto the table. Zahava reluctantly put her bound delicate hands onto the table. The witch grabbed one with her weathered and dry hand. She turned it over and touched her palm. ‘No,’ the old hag exhaled. ‘What,’. She now had a choice, should she be on time with a poorly written letter or arrive late with one which was acceptable. A tear landed on the page and the ink smudged. By some miracle Catherine managed what she thought was a respectable attempt and was heading towards the manager’s office with only a minute to spare. With the letter in one hand and the cane in the other Catherine looked flustered. She had not even managed to take the time to wash her face or address the urgency which was. I slept in mom’s blanket. I was amazed sleeping beside my semi-naked mom. We all slept.In the middle of the night, I went to the washroom and came back. Both of them were in deep sleep. I thought of touching my mom. I got into her blanket and started touching her boobs. They were warm and soft. I was feeling like I was in heaven.After 5 minutes of pressing her boobs, I thought that I should go further. I removed her bra and panty and inserted my finger in her pussy. My mom started moaning.