I guess this is why I started treating Mom differently. I mean you would too if one day you realized that you were living with a fox that could fuck l...ke a rabbit. I started spending as much time with her as possible. She started asking me why I didnt date as much but not many females I knew could measure up to her. There was this one girl, Jenny, that was very close and I dated her whenever she would say yes. She was only 52 and didnt weight much over 105 lbs but she had a set of tits that. His giant donkey dick was all that was needed to keep her off the ground.“You’ve got a tight pussy, Ms. Lindholm,” remarked Sven. Brigitte wanted to quip back something witty to the effect of “yeah, with your dick replacing my fucking spine,” but when she opened her mouth to deliver her snappy comeback, what managed to escape her lips wasn’t exactly what she was planning to say.“Fuck me..” “What was that, Ms. Lindholm?” Sven probed curiously.“Fuck me, please.” “You’re going to have to spea–”. “Reba is a name that appears to suit you well,” I said.Our conversation was rather light, as we talked about our personal lives. Reba told me she was an aspiring writer and I asked her what she wrote about.“Juts stuff,” she said rather sheepishly. I disclosed that I was an inspiring writer as well.“What do you write about?” she asked.I chuckled and said, “Stuff.”“Fiction or non-fiction?” Reba pressed.“Well,” I replied, “Its non-fiction, but I should probably classify it as fiction, since no one. Her hand moved back over to my thigh and then to my fly zipper which was speedily pulled down allowing her fingers to find their way into my underpants. My fingers found their way to her knicker covered fanny and then under her elastic waistband so that I could cup her furry blonde minge in my hand! I was able to insert two fingers inside her sticky love tunnel as she pulled my cock out of my pants and started to wank the shaft. I had to stop her because we were approaching our office building.