Her legs parted slightly and with only seconds to play I started fingering her. With my hand down the back of her pants, I fingered her as much as I c...ould until I thought we had to stop. I stared down at my hand beneath her pajamas pressed against her ass and finger fucked her as much as I could. I got deep enough in her pussy to really feel her getting wet. I knew I hit a spot when she gave out a little gasp. She was just leaning over giving her ass and pussy to me for as long as we could. "Jerry you would slaughter a man’s daughter because of what he did?" George asked, "Yes George I would", Jerry replied, "What if it was your own daughter?" George asked, "That’s the reason I never got married or had a family" Jerry replied, "Ok, then what about my daughter, what if it was Jane in your slaughter house?" George asked, Jerry looking into George's eye's, "Bro I love you and your family but if any of your girls end up on my slaughter line, they are just meat-bag's waiting for. When I tilted her forward at the waist I had access right enough. But the bra was so tight that there was just no way I was going to get those hooks off of their rings. So I stopped to consider yet again. Eureka, a new idea; I gently pulled her legs away from the tree so that there was no space between her and the tree. And I went around an put my back against the tree so that I could slide down so that she was now between my legs.That should do it I thought. I leaned her back against my. Robert laidme back on the couch, and we collapsed in a sweating, panting heap of flesh still coupled together. Ilay on my back. Robert lay on top of me, facing me, still deep inside of me. Our heavy breathingmaking any discussion impossible at that moment. I could feel him pulse inside me, and to each throbof his penis, I would return of a loving squeeze by contracting my vagina on his penis.After two or three minutes, Robert broke the silence. “Mom, I am sorry. I should not have done that.”He.