A sign out front read:Paris Revival for ChristReverend Merrywether RobertsFirst Lady Happy RobertsI fixated on Happy Roberts name—the Reverend's pru...ish wife. She once tried to get me banned from the library for surfing some harmless porn. The prissy bitch didn't give one fig about my Constitutional rights to free speech in a public building. It was time to teach her a lesson.I gave my pecker a few strokes, picturing the look on her face as my slab of iron teaches her a lesson. Happy Roberts. "That chick did something to me." he pulled his shirt down and was reaching for his pants and boxers. "Wait!" I said, still blown away and curious. I just stared at it for a while but I could tell he wanted to cover it up. "So what's it like?" I said just to delay him. "I don't know, weird." Both Mike and I were straight, and we'd both had sex plenty of times, but I never had any real chance to study a cunt like this before. "So, have you, like, done anything with it yet?" I asked as I moved a. I would wait and she would come out in her night gown or, again rarely, topless to get something from the bedroom or topless and holding her gown which she would put on as she stood next to her bed. I was (and am) just fascinated with my mother’s naked body. At the time I first was aware of Mom’s body I was ten or eleven which would make her 36 or 37 years old at that time. I would stroke myself waiting to get a glimpse of her. The views I’ve described would form the basis for. Maybe I will upload some more of her taking a big load on her tits and face, we shall see. Anyway, where was I? Oh yea, she was becoming my little fuck toy in the bedroom and our sex life was great. It seemed like all I needed to do was talk to her about doing something or write a story and have her read it and she would become hooked on the subject and want to try it. It is so fun the way that I can torment her pussy and mind with pleasure when we can't be together. I love hearing about how.