I heard that in fact you spend a lot of time fucking every black cock you can." I said and Judy looked shaken as her mouth hung open."Who told you tha...?" She finally managed to say."Actually it was your son. Would you like to see the video he made of you? Sara you would be impressed; the guy was hung like a horse!" I said and Judy seemed to be shocked.I then played the video as we all watched. All three of them had their eyes locked as video Judy sucked and fucked the large cock until the guy's. Issacs appeared to be in her fifties, she wasn’t taller then five feet and a little on the plump side, if anything she looked like a younger Dr. Ruth Westhimer. You know the one that appears on talk shows and writes books about human sexuality. I was asked the standard barrage of questions with a lot of them relating to my health. Mrs. Issacs said that I might qualify as a candidate, but before we could continue the interview I had to sign some kind of non-disclosure form. I needed money. Van did something that at the time I thought was a real son-of-a bitch thing to do, but instead of comforting me, he backed away. He left me alone to cry, and to feel miserable. To be forlorn and to lose hope. To cry about the destruction of my life, and the loss of my family. All my comfort, all the things I knew, loved, and trusted. All of it had to go. He was right, I realized about forty-five minutes later. When I was empty, and exhausted, and bloodshot-eyed. Old Courtney had to go. To do. Jimmy helped her take off her sexy clothes that she had slept in and walked into the bathroom with her.When the shower was hot, the two stepped inside. The hot water felt good on their sore muscles.Jimmy picked up the soap and began to lather up his mother's breasts, the hot water pouring onto his back. He saw an indulgent smile on her face as he played with her nipples, working the soap into a froth across her large breasts. He soaped her entire body, paying special attention to her vagina and.