I turn the video camera so she is centered and then run my hands over my lady DA; her big tits; her slim abdomen, her long sexy legs and thighs. Ah; s... fine! She's starting to come around as I see her try to move her arms and legs and then her brown eyes open and I see the confused sudden terror in them and she jerks trying to get free. I tell her that it's no use trying; she can't get free and then I ask her If she remembers me. She nods yes and I complement her on the excellent job she did. Mom moaned under me and lifted her legs over mine as I kept the slow methodical rhythm of back and forth going.Mom’s hands came on to my back and I could feel her using me to lift herself up on to my coming stroke.“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr yeeeeeeeesssssssss” she repeated over againEventually her legs tightened and now she was thrusting her fanny against me“Arrrr yeeeeeeessss Fuck me”I give a few more deep powerful strokes, pushing her into and up the bed“Arrrrrrrrrrr Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt. The chef was a local woman - not of Italian heritage - who had spent two years in Italy learning from the best chefs and brought all of that back home with her. Her food was divine. They always received a warm welcome there. They were not atypical of the clientele, downtown professional types in their thirties. Juliana was tall, with blond hair that went from tawny to pale gold. She was fair and had striking blue eyes. Robert was a little older, handsome, dark with hazel eyes, head shaved, and. I went to the refridgerator and poured myself a glass of juice. Then I walked over to the counter and pretended to look at an add in the newspaper. At this point she could see me from the side. Jill remained silent for almost a minute. Then I looked over at her and she seemed uneasy with something on her mind. "Something wrong?" I asked.She hesitated and then replied, "Don't you wear shorts on top of those things?"I answered, "Oh yeah, the shorts I want are still in the dryer. I figured to get.