An' the noise is really startin' to bother me!" I swear to goshen, Ezra, ya're gonna complain 'bout heaven cuz nothin' never happens! It wuz jus' thre... days ago that we had that there holdup. Wuzn't that enough happenin' this week to keep ya happy?" Well, shit, pardner, I jus' hate to sit around." I know ya do! Ya can't imagine how much I know ya do! At least, we ain't listenin' to political campaign speeches. Now there's sumpthin' to git tired of!" Shit fire! Lookit that! The trestle up there. I literally fucked her brains out. Between our moaning and my bedpost crashing against the wall, our neighbors could have heard us, let alone my mother in the next room.I was now ready to put phase 3 into motion. It was the most dangerous of the phases but it would be the most pleasurable. Phase 3 was simple, fuck my mom and fuck her good. She had seen my cock, she felt my touch and she heard how I could pound a pussy. If she wasn't ready by now, she never would be.I held off on the final phase. It was made of a very clinging, stretchy, thin synthetic material that was light tan in color with a low cut back. I didn't worry about fit as I wanted it tight and it seemed elastic enough even if it were a little small. If it were to big I figured just more room for my boobs to swing around in. As I started to head up to pay I grabbed the yellow bikini I had tried earlier. Why not I thought, it might come in handy someday. Arriving home I hoped that the guy next door was not. "That's right, just relax and let me suck you." she giggled and I had no choice but to relax and let her suck me. Her titties were laying at my side. She was moving up and down on my cock, causing her curves and boobs to flap and bounce. I held one of her folds, sending a shiver through my body. "Are you cumming?" "Not yet." I replied. "that was just me telling you I love your curves. I don't think I've ever told you this, but I have a fat fetish." Her eyes went wide. She giggled and just.