She was my mother, for heaven's sake, and mothers are off limits. I had done a satisfactory amount of fucking by the time I graduated high school, but...never desired to prong the mothers of any of my friends, not even the mothers who looked like sluts. Jeez, the idea of fucking my mother, or even peeking up her dress, was as foreign, as evil, as the idea of fucking a nun!So even as I pulled back my leg from the unexpected arousal of Mom's wetness, I also pulled my chest back from her. Some of the soldiers started shooting at me, but I walked through the gunfire, grabbing both men. The troops quit shooting at me for fear for of hitting Fidel or his brother, Raul.One more quick trip to Guantanamo later, I said, “Here you go. Have fun. Consider the actions you’re about to take to restore Cuba to the will of the people as sanctioned by me. Which, come to think of it, they are. Have a good evening.”I took off, leaving both Castro brothers blustering at finding themselves. "Which one do you like better, Billy? This one that goes from pink toorange, this one that goes from light green to electric blue, or the onethat goes from banana yellow to copper?" They all are cool." Pick one -- what do you want to see on my fingers today? My hands arein your hands, so to speak."After thinking about it for a moment, Billy replied, "You should do thepink/orange one. It works with your tan. But maybe buy the bananayellow one for your toes. You could experiment a. It was his first time and he seemed really obsessed with my boobs. He grabbed my ass, squeezed it and pinched it.His touch made me mad and I was moaning like a bitch. He tickled my nipples with his tongue and gave me a love bite over my cleavage. Then he moved a little lower to my naval, kissed every possible area he could and came near my vagina. He took no time in removing my net panty and parting my legs. Then he said ”I’m gonna make you a lady tonight”. I smiled and closed my eyes. As soon.