She practically dragged me at top speed up to her bedroom by my cock. Once in her bedroom i wrapped my hands round her ample bum feeling her arse thro...ugh her trousers, hen slipped a hand down inside the back of them and over the top of her big knickers. Groping and feeling around her fat arse. All the while my hard-on was pressing into her saggy belly. She moaned as soon as my hand got to the base of her bum and started snaking through between her thighs, her gusset was soaking wet. She then. Brenda placed her pizza slice in her purse and was surprised when Mariotook her hand and started walking back to her office. His hand feltrough and strong, it was the hand of a man that worked hard for aliving. His hand made her feel safe and protected as they walked. Marioliked the feel of Brenda's hand in his, it was small and petite, softand feminine and it was making him forget all about Jessica, Brenda wasa special girl and he was beginning to like her."When I get back to the office I'll. They were big beautiful hangers, the size and shape of my fantasy woman!When she dropped her panties to reveal a furry patch just like in the vintage videos I’d jacked off to many times, she was smiling wickedly. My shorts were bulging and she watched with amusement.Then the clincher, “I’ve been practicing with your son how to fuck just like her and I want to demonstrate my new skills.” As she took my hand to break my paralysis and headed towards my bedroom, I glanced over at my son.He was. The older waitress with her grey hair, wrinkled skin, age spot marked face threw me looks of suspicion. How was I going to pay for all of this, she needed to see proof before she could bring me any more food.I felt my ire grow again how dare she accuse me of being some piece of rubbish! Trying as hard as I could, I pushed the anger away, phew almost lost it. I produced another hundred; she smirked but left to put the order in. I was shaking the pain was there again if I didn't eat soon I was.