' "Do you hate your mother?" "No, I don't. She just didn't always look at everything andsometimes she got carried away. I know she loved me and I ha...ealways forgiven her no matter what she did. When she died I didn'thave anyone who cared for me and I missed that. Then I met Trudy,She was a cashier at the bank. We dated and soon got married. Thenshe got promoted at the bank and she changed. She became moredemanding of me and she was making more than I was so she tookcontrol of everything. I. Rogers said, “I was just commenting to your son how impressed I was with his speech. I can’t recall ever hearing one quite like that.”For once even my mother looked at me proudly, although Dad looked at me with pride and a certain degree of skepticism. “Me either,” he replied. “Since when did you know I was born in a house without water or electricity?”“Since every summer when we go to the family reunion, and you tell us all about it!” I winked at Suzie, and she joined me in reciting, “Walking. These two have turned into wonderful women, thanks to your family. It was a great day when we met you, young man.”She spoke to her husband. “See that a sympathy call to Jessica gets made, dear; right away. I have to speak to the girls about future contacts. Reg can tell you about the gifts they brought, after you make the call.”Mr Robson went to get his phone, but Hermione was quicker off the mark. “I’ll pit the call through, uncle. The number is in my phone.”She was swiftly ringing the. He pulled my legs to the edge of the bed and lifted them. The head of his cock pressed to my sissy pussy. I smile at him and blew him a kiss. He pushed and the thick head entered me. He moaned grabbed my hips and drove it in. He yelled "YESSSSSSSS" as his black tool drove all the way in. I lifted off the bed humping him as he fucked me. After 5 minutes or so "let me ride you honey" I said, He pulled out and laid on the bed. I straddled him holding his stiff cock and squatted over it. Smiling.