I’m not the greatest cook in the world, but how do eggs, bacon, and English Muffins sound to you? “It sounds delightful, Sir, what rank did you ho...d? I’ll bet you were an Officer,” and she was delighted as she had little to eat the past few days, and was charmed at being called a gentle lady. “I retired as a Colonel, ma’am, Rachel, may I call you Rachel? Please call me John. Are you a Southern Lady?” “Yes and yes,” she replied, smiling which in turn had him smiling back. “I was on my way to. My mom was facing the wall the she could nt see me at all .my cock really buldged out from my trouser , i was nt wearing an under wear ,well i never does at night.Mom was weAring a pink nylon night gown , I think thats the only garment in her body. moms got really nice curves . I touched my cock its red hot i stroked it several time. i pulled the trouser down my cock is trong and dripping .I stroked it hardly and shaken it . I looked at mom but mom was fast asleep . Slowly i moved inside. My thought exactly. I started where I had left off, rubbing lotion into the skin where her bra strap had been. At first I kept both hands moving in little circles close to her backbone, but I gradually made the circles larger and moved them out, until my hands slipped under the dress material and around the curve of her rib cage. Still her eyes kept staring at my pants. I was so horny by now that my cock was jerking in its cloth prison, and still she watched.I slid my hands around farther,. I always hated the running requirements in the service. Lifting weights might also be acceptable, I’ll have to look into that. Try to start some sort of regimen soon, something to be more active.I dressed in the shorts I bought the other day with Kim as well as a faded blue Grateful Dead t-shirt I stole from my older brother. I headed downstairs and noticed the smell of baked goods as soon as I opened my door. That lightened my step as I headed to the kitchen.Marybeth was at the table eating a.