My wife was scared but I comforted her. My wife, I found at one of them new all girl's school, she seemed to have a really nice body for babies. She s...im but has good hips for healthy babies. Her breast are pretty big for a girl of her figure too. I don't remember dem letters but I have to take both me hands just to cup one of dem. She's also seems really edumaceted for a lady-folk. Been studying at a catholic school, got discipline and what not. I don't think she is that disciplined, she cut. Besides, for some reason, his boss and the man’s wife loved Camirra. Why? He had no clue. She was quiet, boring, and besides playing ball, nothing else really appealed to him. Hell, the only reason he talked to her at all was because he lost a bet. Then he met her folks. Those fuckers were loaded. Her dad, Darius, was well known. He was hero status. The beat the hell out of a white guy and got off. Hell, he and whitey were still best friends. If he got with his daughter, that elevated him. His. In a room built for twenty-six permanent occupants, seven of them were named Bertha. I wondered if there had been a special on interments of Berthas, or perhaps there was a glut of bronze Bertha names. Whatever the reason, there were more Berthas in this room than in the entire population of the rest of the cemetery, which numbered some 27,000 strong. Weird. Returning to the main chamber, I checked the other two wings for break-ins or damage, and other than a fallen dead bouquet in the oldest. Without hesitation Mom threw one of her long legs her leg across my lap and straddled me. I gazed up at her enormous chest as it hovered above my face."Scoot down to the edge of the seat." She said.I did what she asked so that I was now slouched down in the seat beneath her, like I had been when we dry humped earlier. She reached around and grabbed my big boner, giving it a few slow strokes."So you think you can handle having this monster buried inside another warm wet hole?" She teased."Yeah.".