Her cunt was the way it should be, with dark jet black hair to let you know you were about to fuck a sexy mature woman. “Oh my god mom, you are so... fucking gorgeous!” I said smiling. “Oh god baby, I’m sorry but I’m just so hot for you. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. This past week was too much for me. I just couldn’t resist anymore. Please forgive me honey.” She said begging as she started to cry. “Mom, please don’t cry, I’ve wanted to make love to you for years now.” I replied as I. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and sat down on the floor like I used to when I was a kid. The Magazine between my legs as I reached down with my right hand and stroked my cock. My left hand slowly rubbing my balls stopping reluctantly only to turn the pages. So much pre-cum was leaking out of me that my cock was so very slick within a couple of seconds. Looking at the objects of my teenage lust was putting me in a place that I had never been before. In my entire life, I had never been. I thought that she was probably half-mad with fear by the time she’d gotten to LA.I wished she’d talked to me. It would have calmed my anxiety a lot this past month and might have given me more certainty that she was coming back. I’d had the group, and both individually and as a unit, they’d been amazing, but I knew there was a certain amount of pity in their eyes when mention of Melody had come up. Terri, in particular, had gone above and beyond to be supportive, giving up most of her. "At that point, I changed my look from smiling to slightly worried."But how come you are here alone? This isn't really an area where a western woman - even a professional journalist - should move about, alone."Now the irritation on her face was clear to see. I watched her while she sipped her coffee and tasted the bread that was supplied. She looked a bit older, but the main difference were her eyes, which looked colder and harder than I remembered. That seems to happen to the best of us."They.