After a couple of minutes my mother opens her eyes and begins watching my son and I fucking. She knows that I have sex with my son because I told her,...but has never witnessed it before today. We look at each other and smile.Tommy suddenly notices my mother is awake, so he pulls his cock out of me then positions himself between her legs and plunges it back into her again! She starts chanting "Oh my God. Oh my God. Tommy, fuck your grandma! Fuck her good! She is a bad girl and needs to be fucked!. “You will see the cover page is just a list of names and contact numbers. Each person has a brief writeup on them, including why I recommend them.”He starts flipping through it.“The company is yours to run as you see fit, but you would be foolish not to consider these people. The ones with asterisks by their name, you have to do your best to try and hire. I have given you instructions regarding the fields they need to work in, and some of it doesn’t make sense. All I can say is trust me. They. I brought my knees up some and let them fall slightly to the side, knowing my whole pussy was showing, except for my clit, which was so swollen even the fisherman out on the lake had to have seen it. I knew I was getting noticably wet since the wind blowing by seemed to feel colder between my legs with each gust. I had to do something. So I roll over to my hands and knees, ass pushed out and up just a bit as I take my time packing my things up. I go over to the showers and just stand under it. Because, that is all life really is, a dense, fascinating, hard felt ride through waves of deepening and transforming self understandings and realities. We are made of many many things in life as we move through it. And, in the end, if there is an end, all we have is what we have done or wish we had done. All the words in the world can only lead to something that makes us feel. Feel numb or alone or hurt or weak or insane or wild or violent or frozen or terrified or secure or deeply loved or.