She never was one to put much store in foolishness or the frivolous romantic notions of most females her age. She had much appreciated the fact that h...r deceased spouse, Roscoe Higgins was of the same persuasion and that he seldom used hidden meaning in his conversation. She remembered with fondness his clear as a bell observation, such as,"Let's to bed, Mary, it is time to pound your fanny!"He was a "potatoes and meat" lover who pressed her bum into the mattress hard until he had achieved his. " Why?" You'll see in a minute, just come on."She pulled him into the master bedroom and over to the bed."Just sit there a minute." She pointed to the edge of the bed.Robert sat down terrified that she was going to strip out of her Raiders' jersey and jump on him but instead she went over and opened her mother's top dresser drawer and reached under a pile of sweaters and pulled out a large manila envelope. She skipped across the rug and jumped onto the bed beside him.She waived the envelope in. ’ And then in a tone that sounded almost regretful, she added, ‘I owe you my life,’ and began to play with her braid. ‘Ugly?’ Tom said, and boldly ran a cool palm up her inner thigh until it touched denim. ‘You’ll never be ugly, Willow.’ She shivered. In a soft baritone, Tom sang, ‘Did I ever tell you you’re my hero?’ and repeated the hand stroke, this time letting his fingertips slip under the fabric. ‘Nice voice,’ said Willow, closing her eyes. ‘Remember, you saved my life too.’ ‘Sing some. Only to thrust forward again. Now Erin begins to goad me. "Oh yeah...do it! Fuck Erin's little hand! Look at my titties while you fuck my hand! Yeah..."Soon I've established a steady rhythm. Pumping my engorged manhood through Erin's motionless hand. The air is filled with erotic sounds. As I pump my hips harder and faster, I puff and grunt in cadence. The sloppy, wet sound of my boner slicing through Erin's oily fingers. And Erin urging me on in a soft but passion-filled whisper, "Yeah...oh,.