As a side note, Linda, my mom is in her late forty’s and not a bad looking woman. Growing up mom was the perfect Suzy Home Maker. She looked like sh... came right out of a cheap 50’s sitcom, but hotter. I would often catch my friends eating her baked cookies while starring at her ass and small but very cute tits. Linda has these fucking hot pointy ass nipples. No matter what the temperature, Mom nips seem to almost cut through her tops. I’ve never been out with her and not had some Jackass stare. He had the head inside her almost before he knew it. She had given birth, but with no penetration since then, her vagina had tightened remarkably. He held himself above her and looked into her eyes as he started a careful rocking motion, hardly moving in her at all. When he saw only wide-eyed wonder on her face, he increased the length of his thrusts, but still kept the pace very slow.He was barely half-way in and just starting to increase his pace when she gave the first tentative return. That warm wet whisper was back in my ear. "Cum for me you little white whore. Come on your black daddy's cock. I want to feel you cum on my cock as I shoot my seed up your boycunt."It was too much for me and I grunted hard as he groped my nuts and I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum into my jock.When he felt me cum he grabbed my hips and fucked himself into me one last time and stayed there. "FUUUUUUCCKKKKKKK!!!!!" he screamed in my ear.I could feel him pulsing up my ass as a warm creamy. It’s odd, but most Westerners can tell a lot by listening to shots. A few shots popped off during a wild night in town won’t register as much as the same amount of shots during a gunfight. There is a difference between a single hunter’s shot and a volley loosed by a group of buffalo hunters. The shots we heard were fighting shots, a brief flurry, silence for a minute or two, then a single shot followed by another flurry. It sounded like two or three against one.The landscape had changed as we’d.