Jason flipped a switch that put the station on its automated programming. He turned to his keyboard and began scanning through the air checks folder u...til he found the recording of the church service. A middle-aged, dark-skinned man with dreadlocks entered the control room. “Hey, Jason.”“Vincent -- I got something for you to hear.” He located the recording of Aja singing Swing Low.“Who’s that?” Vincent asked.“Her name’s Aja Morgan. She’s the soloist at the Lucas Street AME church. You know. She said, “Just close to that 36c, and how about yours?” I said, “Measure it yourself, you won’t be disappointed.”We reached home. She had kept the phone in charge right in front of her eyes. How could she miss it, I wondered. In the meantime, the wife called me to inform me that they have settled on the train. She kept her bag aside, sat on the sofa, closed her eyes with her head relaxed on the sofa.I went to the kitchen to prepare tea. I looked at her from the kitchen and I could see the. Sharon loved holding her mother while she watched her masturbate.After a couple of minutes of masturbating, Paula told Sharon what she wanted her to do, “Touch my breasts just like John touches you. Yes, that’s it, Honey, play with my nipples. That’s it, don’t stop. I’m almost there.”Sharon was delighted to follow her instructions. Then Paula’s tone changed. Sharon could hear her mother as she fantasied about her boyfriend, “That’s it, John. Do it, make me cum.” Paula started to move her. She screamed and moaned and her hips went wild. Wave after wave of tingling moved through her as his fingers refused to yield. Her vision was getting black around the edges and finally, he stopped and her body came to a shaking halt. She was in a state of total euphoria, her body barely able to move. But she managed, she wasn't about to not feel him inside her. She reached for his belt and took it off, then turned over and put her butt up in the air. It didn't take long before she felt the.