"For sure" I reply and we both chuckle.Now he scratches his crotch again. He sees that I have noticed and asks "do you ever get that itchy feeling?" "...h yes" I answer and grin and purposely stare at his crotch. He reaches down and gives it a good scratch this time.I say "hey, there is nobody around. Why don't you get your stuff out and give it all a good healthy scratch"."Damn, maybe I will. You wouldn't mind?" No I don't mind, can I watch?" He chuckles and unbuttons his jeans and pulls his. Patel of course."Mum's face was perfectly straight and serious when she said it and I nodded, then the sheer bloody absurdity of it all hit me and I roared with laughter."Tomatoes, lovely ripe tomatoes." I laughed, "That's how it all started wasn't it? All because of a few bloody tomatoes." Tommy, those few bloody tomatoes, as you put it gave me my life back, let's go and get them in."That was as stern as I'd ever heard her be with me and I could only smile because she was right, they'd been a. She continued to ride me at a slow, even pace as I relaxed and let her take charge. As she fucked herself on me I could hear the smacking and sucking sound of her pussy as my cock moved around inside her. Her firm medium sized breasts jiggled when she picked up the pace. She pushed her hips down until our groins met and then lifted up until just the swollen tip of my cock remained inside her. She knew just how far to move so that my cock never slipped out of her pussy. Her thigh muscles felt. Often the script was old and nearly illegible as well it was written in older type writing and was often hard to understand. It took an effort to understand, in the proper detail it took, each casting.Time passed without noticing, until Wanda heard the door to the house open and her mom's voice call out, "Wanda?" She knew immediately that her procrastinated chores were about to get her into trouble -- the dishes sat undone in the kitchen. Quickly she turned to a page in the tomb that may helped.