”Dan Richards’ turn:This may not work out very well -- let’s see. But it’s a Saturday evening at the Pavilion, and I have (secretly) been prac...icing a little. There’s this old ballad by Glen Campbell called “Wichita Lineman“, and the picking is pretty good although I’m not nearly up to his capabilities.The lyrics, however, might cause derision. It’s kinda what you have to expect from a lyricist who knows little about the subject matter. We’ll see. It’s just me and Laci at the moment, so I. If things went well, the nameplate was ready when the new employee came in, and that helped more.In this case the name stuck with Vince: Gail Mari. The last name was spelled for him, and his immediate thought (which he kept from speaking) was that "mari" was French for "wife" and whoever got this one for a wife was very lucky. Nobody yet; he glanced at her left hand. She was a tall light-skinned black woman, with large eyes and a slim beautiful body. And a smile that Vince thought he could. I am tired of this sneaking around and humiliating myself by picking up men who are young enough to be my sons. I am revolted by coming back and recounting my exploits to let you have masturbatory fantasies. I need real men such as Chris here,” she said while running her hand over my crotch and grabbing my cock through my pants.His eyes popped out while she handled my manhood, and he stared at the bulge that had formed in my pants. It was as if he was ready to leap across the room and join her. "Yea right, I know your mom, no way." I sent the pictures to Steve. "Oh my God was all he could say. But that doesn't prove you can fuck her." I realized he had a point. "Ok, Steve, watch this."I got between my moms legs. I aimed the camera at my mom's bald pussy. I pressed video. I pointed my dick at her pussy entrance. I move in so the head and just the head of my dick was in mom. I pushed a little more dick into her, then stopped the video."How's that for proof?" Steve watched the video..