At forty, he own's a chain of high end auto bodies, which means we live a very comfortable life. He works out hard everyday, and his muscular arms and...chest are filled with tattoo's, a "bad boy" as my mom reffers too. That's why she fell for him, rebel guy with a nice car. When doing business he's a total hardass, though he needs to be, but with my mom and I, he's a big softie. My mom look's exactly like me, though older, a few inches taller, and breast implants. A former glamour model, she. It was obvious the beach was no stranger to her. She was comfortable in her nudity on it. In fact, I could tell being one with nature in the most natural of ways came easy to her. She had no problem showing her naturalness to nature. It was the one day for which she lived. She always faced her back to me first. With perfect posture, her back was always straight. The alignment of her spine formed perfectly as it led straight down to her shapely ass. There was a certain smoothness to her firm. You draw long breaths and exhale quickly. You move your hand from my pulsing cock to my balls, this makes me move harder and faster against you and you let out a high pitched moan...you're gushing now, baby. Goddammit...I love making you feel good! Your hips are moving fast, your hand rubbing hard on my balls and making them tighten up. I find your nipple with my lips and feel it harden in my mouth. I suck and tongue it as my fingers slip along the smooth, wet skin between your sweet snatch. ”Okay, he’s gone, I’ll let it just go away. Then it didn’t help when the person that was supposed to show up at eleven didn’t show. Ahh, the joys of hiring! She said that the next woman was supposed to be here at one… “If she shows up,” she grumbled.Poor woman, might be a little hard for her, probably just as well that Susan has that extra hour to calm down.We took a short break for lunch. Susan asked me if I’d mind running up the street to Burger King and getting us a hamburger. When I got.