She stepped out. I thought I was dirty! Covered in dust, the woman was wearing a button-down-the-front yellow polka-dot sundress, over her rubber boot..., with a floppy hat tied down under her chin. I knew the dress was yellow only because I had seen it before – when it was cleaner. Her hair was pulled into a clip leaving a pony tail hanging down almost to her waist. I could see the whites of her eyes, and her brilliantly white teeth as she smiled, and as she undid the bow under her chin so she. “Darling, as I’m sure you’ve gathered by now, this is my mother, Henrietta Conroy.”At that remark, the younger woman hit her hard on her arm. “You just had to get even, didn’t you?” He noticed Sam hadn’t even flinched, yet he knew that the woman had really hit her. Sam just gleefully nodded her head rapidly. Then the woman said, “The name is ‘Hank’, Jack. The only people who ever call me Henrietta are those with a fully developed death wish.”While she was studying him, he was studying her, too.. I think i may have completely stopped breathing watching this, from the audible gasp that comes when i finally see Your rock hard cock…this cinnamon weapon that has been bringing my mind to glorious orgasms for all this time. It’s glistening with precum and all i want to do is taste You! You just smile again as i start begging into the gag, and begin writhing against the bondage. You walk closer to my head and i have a moment of hope that i will get to have You in my mouth, but again it’s not. Still licking and teasing her nipples, my hands move to her back again, then ease down to her ass. It’s always about her ass… My thumbs move around to her hip bones and begin to grip her pelvis, rocking her almost imperceptible forward and backward as though my cock were inside her and she was riding me. Her panting is turning into gasps and occasional murmurs. “Oh God, that is so good” she breathes I lick her nipples for a little longer then shuffle myself a little further down the bed. I.