One of my readers passed on this experience to me:I was born and brought up in a small rural town in West Virginia. My mother and father were very str...ct and never allowed to date when the boys started showing an interest. The other girls my age were commonly allowed to ride around in cars with the older boys, but my father squelched all of my requests to even invite anybody over to just sit on the front porch and talk.I wasn't allowed to go out for sports, cheerleading, school plays, band or. Dave insisted I stay at his house. I had to admit to some curiosity, and accepted without thinking about it too much.Dave was ten years older than me. I knew this quite accurately, because it happened that our birthdays matched. It's tough to have a party on the radio, but we tried as hard as we could to catch up with each other on the day.I guess that's all we had in common though. Margaret had trapped Dave years back, and he'd gone along with the plan, and married her. They already had a. Her boobs were like sponges. Then I made her lie on the bed and licked her pussy.Mom: This is my first time. Your dad doesn’t do anything and he just fucks and leaves.I said: Don’t worry, mom. I will apply my porn knowledge and satisfy you.Then I took some oil and massaged my mom’s boobs and pussy. She applied it on my dick. I couldn’t wait so I started entering in her pussy. The first time was awesome. She just screamed, “Ahhh..”Then I slowly took out my penis and started fucking my mother’s. You’ve got three brands of sports car, two brands of executive car, and two of those compete in dual categories. Top of the task list is rationalising your product line. Next, you’ve got to sort out your union problems once and for all. You’ve got identical cars being built in two factories, seventy miles apart because your Austin workers refuse to build Morris badged cars and vice versa. Quality control is appalling! We found one car with a permanent rattle, took it to pieces and found empty.