The more time I spend around this big plane, the more I want to buy us one like it, so we can all fly to some place special and have fun while we spen... a little of the money we’ve accumulated in the past three or four months.Aunt Rita had mentioned to Granny and me about all of us flying down to Mexico to see some of her kinfolks who still write her now and then. When she showed me the pictures two of her nieces had made while on a trip to some beach in a town called, Acapulco, hell, I was. Angela darted forward dodging Jeanette who had half turned on hearing Victor, and the two began a prolonged hug.“I suppose that means we don’t get to search her for weapons?” said Terry disconsolately, and the others laughed.Gary picked up Angela’s bag and brought it indoors and the four then melted away.“Why?” stammered Victor, “I mean – how?”“Your fame reached the Scottish news,” Angela replied, the smile leaving her face. “I couldn’t believe what they were saying and I knew it couldn’t be. " I know but it still hurts," I answered, fighting back the urge to cry.Mom reached over and grasped my hand. "For me too," she said as a tear trickled down her cheek. "Let me do the dishes," she said quickly and got up."I'll help," I said and stacked the dinner plates on the table. Then after wiping the table I carried the dishes into the kitchen. Mom was standing at the sink as I brought in the last dish. I sat the plate down and stepped behind my mom, wrapping my arms around her waist. Then. He was so hard and silky, throbbing harder and harder within her snug grip. Her pussy was broiling with need while she stroked him. The longer she gazed at the long, fat pole in her hand the more mesmerized she became.It wasn’t long before her hand was moving faster on the young man’s shaft, bringing a drippy flow of precum from his prominent dome. She was conscious of the heavy sway of her large tits caused by the jacking motion of her arm. It was so pleasing to see her sleepy son paying as.