They hung down her chest like elephant ears. For some reason, her fat grew only around her belly and across her ass.Mrs. Jackson reached behind her an...d grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes. “Momma won’t let her ugly, nigger boy starve, un-uh.”It was a signal for Terry to pull away. As soon as his face cleared her pussy, she plastered it with mashed potatoes. “Don’t get any on the floor. You know I hate cleaning up after you.“Yes, Momma.” He stuck out his tongue and lapped everything that might. Ohcome on baby fuck me hard!!"Doug's heart felt like it was pounding in his belly. "Yeah, c'mon now.C'mon bitch. Take it girl. Yeah!! Yeahh!! YEAHHH!!!" Doug screamed in pleasure. The anaesthetic clearly hadn't slowed himdown as he came powerfully. Harder than he ever had before. He pumpedand pumped into Rose and felt the warm tingle rise in his cock head andfelt it spread to his balls... then the feeling intensified and itspread further, up to his chest as he writhed in pleasure. His heart. "You had a dream too," I said, running my finger lovingly across her cheek."I did," she acknowledged. She sat up in the bed to face me directly. "I was about eighteen years old. I'd just found out I was pregnant. I was sitting down with my parents at our kitchen table, talking about the situation. The father of the baby was that jerk Randy, as I suspected. He'd blown me off completely once he found out. I could tell that our standard of living was, again, nothing like what I was used to. Papi. That truck had no more than pulled out, when another truck backed up to the store with long bundles of cane poles, and boxes of fishing rods, that we’d be selling. I helped the man carry them into the store and stack them against the counter on the far side.“William, here’s some stencils to put our name and permit number on the boats. I’ll watch the store – you and Jeannie go do the stenciling.”Daddy told us.“We’ll do it Daddy.Let’s get the paint and start now, Jeannie.”I was excited that.