They show up here every couple of weeks or every month until they finally show up downstairs." What's downstairs, Mom?" The morgue." Why doesn't she l...eave now she has the chance?" They have their reasons. He'll cry and tell her he's sorry and he didn't mean it and it'll never happen again. And she'll believe it. You know that cop's probably brought her in a hundred times. I could tell he was just going through the motions when he was telling her she could file charges. They never do."I looked. When she arrived at the bottom of the stairs and turned toward us I, well we noticed that Dianne Smith the preacher’s wife and also known as our friend Josh’s mother. For a woman in her mid 40s she does have a great body. Deep long red hair currently in a bun off her neck, perfect C cup tits that defies gravity. She starts getting out her breast for us to play with. Slim waistline and a good looking ass which we teased Josh about from time to time.I watched you two boy eat Anna and. “When you go in go to the second last row. Mitch is in the middle of the row.” When I reached Mitch I tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me but can I sit on the other side of you.” I asked looking down at him.I looked up at the screen to see a young attractive, slim, big breasted white woman around twenty walking down a pathway. I also saw a group of black men playing soccer in the distance field.“OH sure. I didn't hear you approaching me. Wow your a knock out. Please I'll stand up so. This lady was like a drug. It was seven-thirty a.m., I was having my morning coffee and I had a raging piece of hardwood in my shorts. I picked up my phone to call NEWS AD.But I chickened out. It was too early to call, I told myself. I sent a short reply telling her how much I enjoyed her show, she’s a fucking knockout and I’m hard as rock. She replied immediately and suggested I come over so she could do something to relieve my pressure down below.I couldn’t go over of course; I would feel too.