Her son's prick; Robbie's prick, the very shaft that had been ridden only minutes before by the boy's bride. But Robbie loved to fuck his mother, just...as well as the lovely, intense girl he had married, and possibly even more.Stepping out of the shower stall, she dried herself and looked in the mirror, not afraid of meeting her own eyes now. She appeared much younger, her deep brown eyes vital, her olive skin fresher, rejuvenated. Lauralee towelled her short curls until they bounced Springily;. Then I had to ask, “Why?”He laughed, then kissed the top of my head. “I can’t think of a single reason. You’re beautiful, you have one of the world’s great minds, you’re clearly smarter than I am, not impressed by my money or the Company, and you are, without doubt, the sexiest, sluttiest woman I have ever met or even heard about.“And you seem to like me for me, which is rare. You don’t mind that I’m a runt, shorter than you, or younger than you, and not especially good looking…”“Not true! You. She stood in front of me, obviously braless, her large tits pushing her nipples against her blouse. Her shoulder length blonde hair, fell down to cover her tits when her blouse came off. Her breasts sagged, but were very nice. She was about my height. I quickly shoved her jogging shorts down, and they fell to the floor. She had white panties on, that quickly came off. Her pussy was unshaven, bush attempting to cover her forty something pussy. Standing back up, I ran one hand up her thigh,. I'm not sure that any of us would even want to."I don't want to pretend that this is our own memorial service, or anything like that. What Elaine and I want is for all of us to understand that others have the same feelings about Greg. Maybe it's hatred. Maybe fear. Whatever it is, I'm sure someone else here feels the same way."I'm certainly no psychologist, but I think we can all help each other by expressing exactly how we feel - no sugar coating; nothing held back. Let me start it off."As a.