This finally knocked me out of the ground from under their feet. She began to rub against me and put one foot on my lap. At the sight of her shapely l...gs, I noticed that my cock starts to harden. And then I decided popytatsya somehow fix the situation before it is too late. I tried to convince her that she was a grown woman, she already has a son, in his mind, whether it is at all? She almost did not react to it and started to tell me that her life was so little pleasure and she loves boys.. Of course I went watching them drink their scotch and water, Enduring their dry jokes with racial overtones. Straight bs if you ask me. I noticed the wives trying not to stare to hard. Most of them with their fake breasts and weird nose jobs. I could tell they wanted to try some black in their life and I would have obliged more then one if I could. Sara's mom on the other hand just looked nervous. It turned out to be a long night as I sat there admiring these snooty women make their breasts. One thing to be said for age is that it becomes easy to describe things and cast a mental image to the listener."It must have been about six years ago now." Rufus began. "The year of heat and storms. We had some of the craziest lightening storms I have even seen. Forks of light arced across the sky, lighting up everything like it was day. The summer had been hot and dry, drier than usual. There was no rain and all the grass turned into hay and straw. Even the well was dry and water came in. He shook his mindfree of emotion and swallowed hard. He tried to forget what he had seen.He didn't want to say anything to his mother in case it would cause hergreat embarrassment or another breakdown. He walked into his bedroom andwondered why he went upstairs in the first place. He then figured thathe had to get away from the shock in the kitchen."How about Lasagne?" called Mary from the kitchen."Yeah that's fine!" Charlie shouted back."What are you doing Mom?" he muttered angrily through.