With her free hand she stretched me out and pushed in slowly than out, over and over again for minutes. My ass trying to pull it in, she smacked my as.... I asked if I could get a bigger one, she said softly as you wish. She removed it, put the tip of the bottle in my hole and squeezed some in me. She pulled out a larger one out of the bag, this one about three inches thick. She covered it with the liquid and pressed it against me. It hurt a little bit, then it was in. She fucked me for a few. “I’ve been waiting all day for you to come home,” Karen said. “I’m glad that your’re home. Now son, go to work on my feet. I have been on them all day and they’ll be nice, sweaty and smelly for you. Go ahead, my son. Do what you have to do to please me, your mother.”Danny didn’t hesitate. He simply laid down and placed his face at her feet. He inhaled the odor and her feet were smelly. They smelled even more stinky than ever. The more he inhaled the odor of his mother’s feet, the more his heart. Our love-making was a wonderfully eclectic mix. The most important part was how, maybe for the first time ever, we looked into each other’s eyes without the shadow and presence of other people. Just Dave and Veronica, determined to just focus on each other, give the moment to the two of us alone as we deserved and wanted it like this.I’m sure this wasn’t just some imagined thought in my head – I saw it in Veronica’s face and felt it in the way we kissed, kisses which reminded me of how Jill and. .facets...of her personality that are more pronounced, the younger she gets. For example, Grandmother was a cranky old lady, though she was fond of you."Mother..." she trailed off. "How odd to speak of myself as if I were a person who is going away. Mother is a mid-point. She is less cross than Grandmother, and she shares some of the same...appetite for life...as the Snow Maid. But she is more restrained. Think of her as a well-to-do lady who only unveils herself to her most trusted.