I figure she had one person to change and I guess she had done a good job on her husband, papa-Sam, but you know what, I think I was going to be a lit...tle bit harder to change.Now I would have told anybody (if she hadn’t been my mother-in-law) that mama-Lillian was a fine looking woman. Went to church every Sunday too. She was kind of bossy, though people put up with it ‘cause she was into doing good deeds, whether people wanted good deeds done or not.Now papa-Sam was a big, old boy and we got. He was more than happy to fuck my ass. He placed the tip of his cock on the rim of my ass. I was shuddering just waiting for him to pound my ass. He slid the head in easy but I was wet from the shower so he pounded his cock deep in my ass. How it is I didn't come I don't know. I was writhing with excitement begging him to fuck my ass harder and faster with his huge fat cock. We moved into a half standing half bent over position where the shower wasstill drenching us with water. We fucked. Now she felt so small, barely able to reach the armrests of the wide leather chair. Sitting forced the open front of the dress higher, nearly to her navel, exposing everything below it - the soft pillow of her lower belly, her naked thighs pressing into the leather of the seat cushion, and the pouting, freshly shaved cleft between them, glistening at its center with a hint of expectation. She knew by his smile that he approved. He moved forward in his chair, edging closer to a small, round. . well, she was missed. Walker, of course, didn’t talk about it. He’s a boy, he’s 15, he’s ... girl-stupid.Vanessa invited Pilar to lunch at our loft on the second Saturday of her self-imposed exile to Brookside. Pilar accepted, but turned down a ride, “I’ll just take the Max.” Main Street Max, about 20-minutes to the Crossroads.Pilar was her usual sprightly self — chatty, friendly — over lunch. I’d made a run to Bryant’s at 18th and Brooklyn in the Forgotten Northeast for bar-b-que. A slab for.