AuntSamantha slammed the door furiously and left. When her footstepsfaded away, we looked at each other amusingly. We burst outlaughing loudly. Wiping...a tear away, I commented, "We betterstart cleaning up this mess."We gathered the feathers into several piles and stuffed themback into the pillow casings. The pillows didn't appeared asgood as before. A few of them were bloated and some were plainlyout of shape. While we repacked the ugly pillows, I said softly,"You know, remember I said about 'I. She is just some poor white trailer trash slut, but she is one of the few sluts that can take all of my cock. Not to mention, she is built like a brick house. Looks a lot like Peyton Thomas the porn star but not as thick in the middle. She is about five feet tall with huge 44H udders and 48-inch ass. She was built to service my 12-inch black cock, and she loves to do it every chance I will let her, and I do love to let her.“Then put it back in your mouth and suck it like a good, little, piggy. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door.I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked him."Sure," he answered. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?" I laughed."Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?"I wiggled around on my son's. When she pushed her tongue inside me I tried to get away from her but she held me reassuring me that everything would be alright. She went back to tongue fucking me. I felt an even more strange sensation inside me and it was the strangest most wonderful feeling I had ever felt. Paula continued eating me until I panicked not knowing what was happening to me. She explained that it was normal and that I would get used to it. Paula said " do you think it was a good feeling or a bad feeling."I.