A little liberal bed-wetter looked at my Corvette the other day and said “I wonder how many people could have been fed for the money that sports car...cost.”I replied, “I am not sure. It fed a lot of families in Bowling Green, Kentucky who built it, it fed the people who make the tires, it fed the people who made the components that went into it, it fed the people in the copper mine who mined the copper for the wires, and it fed people in Decatur IL. At Caterpillar who make the trucks that haul. In about 10 min he got up and held his cock with one hand and my mom’s head with another and began pushing it and he ejaculated on her face. seeing this I ejaculated in my pants and was feeling dirty. She went out to wash her face and then came towards the window I was standing and I moved to avoid being noticed but when I came back to the window it was completely shut.I tried a lot to look for some hole to watch my mom with Mamaji (not real mama though)but did nt find any. Suddenly I heard. She was kissing me trying with her hand to reach for my dick. She was too short to kiss and hold me at the same time. She raised up then slid down onto me. Her pussy was swallowing me whole. With a groan she bottomed out forcing the last inch or so into her. Julie began a slow undulation withdrawing then sliding completely back onto me. This was being done slowly, gently. Her eyes were closed and her face was in a deep concentration. As she forced herself down on me firmly, she would bite her. Who did the hussy think she was? But I remembered the text of McCormack’s letter. If I let things come to a head, she could even fire me, and that was not something I really could afford. I slunk back to my desk, my cheeks flaming red, and swore to pay her back some day. By the time lunch break was over, I was bopping one knee up and down. And hour later, the pressure got almost unbearable, and I had to flex my knees out only to clench them back together to keep from peeing. “Mar… Ms. Miller!.