Now, of course, I finally got one, but I’m not the bride, just the mother ... and lover, of the groom. My son gave me the honeymoon cruise that I’...ve always desired. How’s that for a twist, huh? Thank you very much for taking me along with you guys. Lena and me both. You have no idea just how much it means to us, especially me!” Mom declared with a kiss to my lips.“I’d tell you to get a room, mother-in-law, but we’re already getting several, and I’m counting on you thanking your son, my husband. Swallowing my whole 7 1/2 inches seemed not be a problem for her and she was begging me to fuck her throat. what could I do? I had to satisfy her, and if that meant fucking her throat, well, so be it!Lena then stood and took off her bra, revealing the huge, round puppies.Then she slithered out of her thong showing a bald pussy that was glistening wet, it was so sexy, just a slit, with all the lips and clit in a neat pouch.jumping on the bed, she pleaded with me to do her doggy, so I quickly. After working all day on the Jumbo pusher, I didn’t mind doing my first walk through of the travel trailer. On the inside it mostly needed a good cleaning and airing out. Sanitizing it wouldn’t hurt either. Oh yeah there were a few bullet holes in the paneling but not nearly as many as I had expected to see.Outside was a different thing altogether. I had to make the water, sewer, and electrical hookups permanent. Then there was the matter of the sixty or seventy bullet holes in the skin. From. You quickly get your bearings and start out. Despite the large duffel bag on your back and heavy suitcase in your hand, you make good time. The directions you were given were good. Soon you arrive at your destination, a four story brick building. The blockish structure is weathered, but in fairly good condition. The lowest level is a bar called The Tapper. Ignoring the sign that says you must be 21 to enter, you push the door open and walk in.“Hey!” the woman behind the bar calls out when she.