Grace paced the apartment, trying desperately to remember anything about her past.She remembered the dream and was convinced that it represented a gli...pse of her life prior to her time with Mason. The only clue was the man Karl. She vaguely remembered the shape of his face, the kind mouth and sympathetic eyes. If Karl was his real name, it would be a major task to locate him but it was her only lead. She sat down at Leonard's computer and composed a script that would index the electoral. With his knees spread out, he nudged hers wider, which made her ass lower to the bed. With his cockhead already beginning to force her tight pussy lips apart and gain entrance, he kept the pressure on. He leaned down to see the fat head all but disappear inside his mom’s pussy. He gave his hips a slight nudge forward and it popped inside.“Unghhh, OH FUCK, Darin, you fill me up with your huge cock. You be careful back there. Mom wants us to do this many more times.”“I will, Mom. You have the. ......forgotten? "Yeeess, MsThornbury" he replied a little tentatively. Then as she slipped into thekitchen, Matthew ascended the stairs towards his room. As he walkedthrough the door he noticed that the discarded clothing from last nighthad been taken away. There was nothing else he could see, perhaps shehad forgotten that he didn't have anything other than his ripped jeans.What should he do, he stood wondering..........change into his rippedjeans or stay in the good jeans he was wearing? He. And I gotta tell you, you haven’t met even a third of the girls in our family and every one of them is hotter than a pistol. It’s a virtual smorgasbord of truly delectable and wonderful pussy. You’ve got to understand something; I’m not talking about having all these women just to fuck. Just, trust me, if you open up your heart to each and every one of them you’ll find they’ll all fall in love with you, too. It’s the most amazing thing you’ve never experienced.”I had to laugh at my own stupid.