"Television news?... Is that your area of interest?" I asked.Somebody told me somewhere that the way to be a good conversationalist is to focus on the..."other" person. The person to whom you are conversing. I was perfectly content to focus on Emily Anne Shreve.I was in love.So, OK, I wasn't in love, maybe. After all, I had met this girl -- let's see... ninety minutes ago, give or take. But she was falling-down fine, and she seemed to be a Decent Human Being (despite her grandfather's having. After several minutes we recuperated and got under the covers. She talked about how she had the need but hadn't had sex like this in a long time and how much she enjoyed what I did for her and to her. After a while we drifted off to sleep.When we woke up in the morning she got on top and took care of my morning wood before we had to get ready for school and work. I knew this was going to be another tough day trying to concentrate on school, Sis was coming home today. Between the time school. I glanced at her midriff which was bare. Her stomach was white and I could make a pleasant bulge and then lower her hips flowered very wide. Her ass was round and at least 40.I pulled onto the bed and pushed her petticoat up. She cooperated by lifting her legs. I pushed until her cunt was completely uncovered. I removed her panties and then bent between her legs. She smilingly opened her legs. I could wait any longer and I pushed myself against her and entered my mother’s cunt.I cried out. Kelly walked into his, wearing the black outfit. Tim lightly groaned to himself as he watched her stroll in. His eyes went directly to her tits, noticing her hard nipples, straining against the to small top. His eyes traveled down her body, going right to her crotch. He had to swallow hard again, and groaned a little louder, when he saw her swollen cameltoe in her thong. The skirt was way to short now, and didn't cover all of her crotch, and rode almost halfway up her ass.Kelly giggled again,.