He thought he could, he really did and he really tried but it was justtoo much. His morals were getting in the way. Sure he was a thief but noone ever... got hurt while he was on the job. Pride, sometimes, got hurtbut other than that he knew no one had died because he took something ortold someone valuable information.He started to plan his exit strategy after the fifth person wentmissing, he new they wouldn't just let him walk away, he knew too muchabout too many things, things that could crush. My mother is a bit shorter than me she stands at 1.70m, sexy lean long legs, a very curvy frame with ample breasts, I’m not so clued up with bra sizes but her breast were big as paw paw, as I could see them peeking out on the sides of her back while rubbing the towel in her black silky long wavy hear. They still have shape and the curve as if she was still in her teens, she was 45 then – time and gravity has been kind to her I guess, she was still firm after all these years! Just when I thought. .........”come on” I said dryly. “Really?” she said disbelievingly, clearly having resigned herself to masturbation. She rose, grabbed me by the cock and led me upstairs to the bedroom.My shorts fell to the ground as I sat on the bed. Bernice sat down next to me and immediately lent down towards my cock and took it in her mouth. It felt so hot and wet as she bobbed her head up and down on my erection. It felt incredible. “Oh god” I muttered. “What?” replied Bernice, her lips at the tip of my. This was an Italian restaurant and Earl was a short heavy black man. Go figure! I asked him how business was. “It’s great, Matt now that I don’t have to give those freeloading cop bastards free meals every day.”Daryl and I sat at one of the tables with Max at my feet. We ordered Italian subs with Cokes and had returned the menus to Earl’s meaty hands when he asked, “I got some fat and some cut up pieces of meatball and sausage—the mild stuff. Okay if I give it to Max?”“Sure, Earl, but not.