Then looking back at Jeff, “Better watch that one,” he winked, “She likes it rough, if you know what I mean.” Shay wanted to scream at him, ...but Jeff was already handling it. “Man, you are one rude-ass prick!!” he growled at Eric, grabbing Shay by the hand and headed to the door, body-checking Eric as he passed. “Hey, I was just trying to give ya some advice,” Eric called after them, laughing. Once back in the apartment, Shay couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Jeff guided her over to. The cups went flying from her hand and shattered on the floor as she went down with a ‘Thud!’ Bert was quickly at her side, kneeling over her, his face reflecting concern. He helped her to a sitting position, his arm around her. ‘Carla, are you all right?’ he asked, sounding concerned. Carla was more embarrassed than hurt. She made a waving motion with her hand. ‘I’m…I’m fine,’ she said. ‘My dignity is hurt more than anything else.’ She looked into Bert’s concerned eyes and felt his arm holding. .fucking wow & such like over & over’ I reached down to feel his balls & they were like no balls on a cock I had seen before’ They really filled my hand & could roll them around’ My hands were now wanking his shaft quite fast & I knew I had a huge grin on my faceI then just let myself go & said…Ya know I think I’m going to ride the crap out of this fucker!…if that’s ok with you of course? We were hoping you would say that lolAnd what about this fucker then! As I started look around my face got. The head was between her lips and her tail bone and because of her constant and unshifting weight it was basically stuck right where it was. If it were someone else, it would be a different story, I would start getting hard. But this was my mother. No way was I getting hard for my mother. "I'm sorry." My mother whispered back to me."Don't worry about it." No really Brian. I am sorry. I should not have accused you of lying and I certainly should not have accused you of getting hard for your old.