Her lower back bowed out, pressing firmly to the cool wood behind her. It was kinked up from a day of dealing with the cranky sales staff and irate cu...tomers. Management wasn’t much help either. Picking her foot up, she rubbed the ball of it with her thumbs, wincing at the mingling of relief and pain. Peeewww. Her feet stunk, sweat and pantyhose were an atrocious combination. The holiday stress was killing her, she couldn’t wait until Christmas, just her and her baby cuddled up near a roaring. So many, in fact, that it's hard to keep the names and faces and stories from running together. Apparently a lot of them have heard various stories about me from my mom, some embellished, I'm sure, about how handsome and successful I am.Recently I stopped by my mom's house unannounced and saw a whole lot of cars in her driveway. I called her from my cell to see if it would be okay to stop in, to see what I was interupting. Just as I suspected, she said to come on in. Wow, am I glad that I. Mum was a real trooper and crossed her legs over and over again until we got what I wanted. She really trusted me to control this totally. Eventually we did a live shoot and again it was perfection.I told mum I didn't have the strip or bathroom scene figured because it was a small room and the light was poor. She suggested we do a quick shot of her bending over the tub to run the bath, then she would go into her bedroom and stand in front of her full length mirror to undress. She would then. After 30 long and boring years of living like a nun with a totally unappreciative spouse, Fiona had broken the bonds of decorum immediately after the funeral by spreading her legs at every opportunity that came her way. One of the benefits of spousal disregard was the effectiveness of her exceptionally tight pussy to draw copious loads of male juices from astonished younger men. Her dedicated attention to her gardening had managed to keep her figure in excellent shape and she attributed the.