Tall and he weighs probably 275 lbs. and has a compulsive disorder. My favorite picture was of my mom’s open mouth, full of thick, frothy, white cum...with some running down her chin. My mom takes her dentures out around the house because she says they are uncomfortable and I could tell, she wasn’t wearing her dentures in the picture even back then.My mom looks pretty good for her age with medium, brown/gray hair that she wears mostly in a pony tail. She’s height/weight proportionate even though. ‘What’s the matter?’ she asked. ‘Why…why are you stopping?’ ‘It feels too good! I’m afraid if I move, I’ll come,’ Albert replied. ‘I…I’ve never been this turned on in my life!’ He remained still, his cock crammed deep inside her. When Albert finally felt as if had some control, he slowly began to thrust into her again. He knew that even with the control he’d managed to get, he couldn’t wait long. ‘Ohhhh, Albert!!! That feels so good!’ Abby moaned. ‘Oh, God! Yessss!!!!!’ She locked her slim legs. We met, as many of my conquests do, on an adult social networking site. Very laid back, not at all pushy, easy going, genuine bloke, who seemed to grasp the whole concept of NSA fun, he has at least 10 years on me but there’s a lot to be said for experience! The first time we met it was just the two of us, not our usual arrangement but he didn’t seem to mind having me all to himself. He was a bit nervous which is understandable, but didn’t take a lot of coercing to get ‘stuck in’ so to. It was a little odd to me that no one asked about my way of carrying the poles when I came back with them. No one but Shaeta at least. I just told her there was no sense bringing them back one or two at a time when the cart was just as happy to only have to do it once. She slapped me on the arm for that smart assed remark, but she laughed too. Then she noticed how many I had."But Carl, why did you cut so many?" she asked."I went ahead and cut poles for the big guy's hut. He won't be able to.