Mirra was right when she told me her ass looked like her mother’s ass. I’m looking forward to seeing Granny Greesey’s ass now, if it looks like ...these two.I’m still not sure about who fucked who, way back in the Ramsey family history, but there must have been a lot of fucking going on even before Granny Greesey and Granny Ramsey were born, because Miss Willie and Mirra are no darker than I am.Light brown sure looks good on their naked body too. Especially their big tits, and their sexy asses. Mom was obviously too absorbed in what she was doing to care if me, the neighbours or anyone else for that matter saw what she was doing. I wished I had a lip reader, watching as mom seductively spoke to the guy while she was on her knees, exposing her big tits to him right there in perfect view of the street. Looking closer, I realized I recognized the guy - it was that asshole in my sociology class who lived down the street from me and always made comments about my mom. That bastard! Why. Our tongues slid over each other. It is the best kiss I have ever had. She is an incredible kisser. We break apart. She leans in for another, but I stop her. “Lets save it all for Croatia. You aren’t getting another kiss until we are through customs in Dubrovnik.” She grins and says, “Ok if you can wait that long.” With that she turns and walks away from me, her hips swaying seductively. Damn this is going to be hard. I steel myself for the last leg of the journey. * The plane touches down. “She did. I had a friend buy it for me.”“Did you save the antique chest of drawers?”“I sure did,” Paul said. “It cost me twenty-five dollars.”Bert stared at him incredulously. Sue had her mouth open.She said, “That cost you nearly a thousand dollars, twenty years ago!”“Judy was desperate for money,” Paul said.“That stupid, stupid girl,” Bert said shaking his head.“I take some of the blame for that,” Paul said. “I’ve protected her from having to worry about money for too many years. She really.