.and its true told to the best of my recollection....6 years ago I was named head coach of a brand new little league football, I meet Ann at a registr...ation drive, she was a few years younger than me, olive skin, 44DD thin waist and not much of an ass, but started flirting right away.We were not very good that season but Ann was an awesome mom, she helped with anything the team needed,and she would give great tit smashing hugs hip to hip and her son was a great player to boot. I made it a habit. If, as I had imagined, she had simply washed her face, brushed her hair, threw on a ratty old sweater and a pair of jeans, then hurried to the restaurant, it made her even more incredible.How might I meet her? I tried to think of a way to introduce myself. The time-tested "you look familiar" strategy? It had never worked for me before, so why would it now? There was nothing I could think that wouldn't be cheesy or lame. Maybe I could wait until she left the restaurant and follow her? That was a. Instantaneously Robert is doing everything the man asks of him. He tastes his father’s cock. He slurps the man’s balls. And he even takes it up his ass.The boy grunts and half screams as his father’s prick pushes in and opens him up. Not but a foot away on the bed, right in front of him, is his dead mother. But regardless of what has happened today, the boy’s legs don’t waver. They stay open for his father. He cannot bring himself to look at the man, so he keeps his head to the side, sobbing. No one was going to get into my home, for any reason. I had already cautioned the children against speaking to outsiders about the wonders of our home. I think they understood.Two days later several wagons full of men and woman arrived. The woman had already made food for the crew, and the men arrived with tools, extra nails, and a willingness to work. The barn should be up by the early evening or earlier. I had paid for more than enough men to show, thats for sure. The woman were from a church.