"Oh... Oh fuck yes!!" Mom screamed as I buried my balls inside her. I reached under and grabbed two handfuls of her bountiful tits. She lowered her he...d and her ass lost grip on my allowing me to adjust.My balls blew apart watching her ass jiggle wildly against my hips as she reached between her legs and squeezed them. "Oh god Mom!" I cried as she held them roughly, "It's so fucking tight!" Mom nodded, "It's been too long since I've have such a good fucking! Open it up baby!"We turned back. When he had died ten years ago, he had left all his journals to me. He had kept one up until the last month of his life, when he had suffered a stroke that he never recovered from. I had been reading an entry each night since I had received them. This one was about fishing and had references to the first time he had carried me out on a Minnesota lake.With fishing, it's not the size of the boat, motors and tackle, (though they help), but rather the time spent doing as few productive things as. He did not use a tone or look of anger, but of disappointment. "I gave you this job out of the benevolence of my heart and you come in here on a very important day with such disregard to one of the simple things I ask of you. Very disappointing." Jenny sat in her seat uncomfortable, flabbergasted and embarrassed. She started shuffling in her seat and subtly trying to tug her blouse up. She tried to maintain eye contact but barely was able to. "I'm sorry Mr. Black... I picked up my dry. She had wide round hips and a bubble butt shaped tight ass and long legs to make her the perfect woman for any man. She had it all. I never hesitated to go over her house and give her and Harry their monthly massage, or just Rhoda alone. Harry on the other hand was just an average guy, average looks, but you dont want to hear about Harry. Sharon was a younger twin of her mother. The only differences were a little smaller all around, solid uplifted 38Cs and 130lbs., same shape except younger.