."Well Beth prefers scotch," I said as I sat down on the sofa smoothingmy skirt under me."What ever Beth prefers is what she gets," she smiled obvious...lypleasantly surprised as I crossed my legs just a lady should.Mom poured both of us a drink, handed me mine and sat down in thechair. Over the next hour we talked, mostly small talk as we downedthat drink and the next one. Finally she must have worked up hercourage."Do you still like Italian food Beth?"Of course, I smiled. Why do you think I need. Sometimes when I would talk to her she would also make a comment to me in regards to looking up when I talk to her but I couldn't help it she had those huge tits and she actually had a really nice body to go with them considering her age because she wasn't fat by any means but she wasn't exactly skinny but she still was able to put on a bikini and look good being that she was just kind of thick and a little more solid, I won't lie I beat off many times fantasizing about playing with those big. The wardens finally figured out the prisoners were all suffering from a malady that caused them to become clumsy and fall down a lot. They fell so many times they stayed bruised constantly.The businesses had their assets seized by the government, and all the CEO’s were arrested. Most of them got life, and most were divorced as they fought it in court, the women trying to secure a future for their children before the money ran out. The Inspectors who falsified reports were set to a supermax. For a moment I pause and think about my time here so far, as well as the present situation. I look down to see two soapy hands running up and down my cock. I feel soft lips on my neck, and strong hands massaging my wet skin. After fully considering her question, I answer “It would be naive of me to claim that I’m not enjoying myself if I wanted to maintain any credibility.”“That’s… funny,” she says, almost as though it is a question, “You’re funny.”Very suddenly, Xandra stops what she was.