I had to put up with the tears again when I handed her a hundred and fifty-seven pounds and fifty pence, but she'd more than earned it, and as I said ...earlier, I got a hell of a lot of pleasure from watching her put it into her pocket.(Thankfully, she'd changed into a pair of jeans before going to the wholesalers with me.)We ate a quick meal in the car at a Macdonald's drive through and called in at Mr. Patel's for some more lager and the cheapest champagne he'd got (mum's treat) then as she. I guess I expected something else."What does he do to your tits, Tricia," I continued."He plays with them and sucks my nipples," she explained."Tricia. I want you to take off your blouse and bra," we watched in fascination as Tricia slowly unbuttoned her blouse, never taking her eyes off the blank TV screen. In a minute Tricia was sitting before us, naked from the waist up. Her breasts were exactly as I had imagined. Very large and soft looking, they sloshed to each side of her chest as she lay. Wow what a scene to watch her boobies shaking like hell and grasped them and fisted them hard while fucking her pussy. “oohhhh yeahh fuck fuck this bitch you fucker mikeyy aaahhh” was her mourns all the time . We were in heaven while fucking her pussy damn hard and licking her boobies and yaami cuddling my hair to bang her more.Next we thought of changing the position and this time she was riding on me. Slowly she came over me like a porn star and took my cock and rubbed it against her pussy. What’s up?” I replied.“Mum wants to know if you would like anything special for dinner”?“You would be nice” I laughed.“Ha ha, maybe for desert” she replied quickly.That comment caught me off-guard. ‘Shit’ I thought.“Well,” I started, “how about we all go out for dinner to ‘The Mortuary’, my shout for letting me stay with you all.”There was a pause and muffled voices from the other end. “OK mum says thanks.”“Great, I call Paul and get us a table for 7.00pm”“Are we dressing up?” Ash asked, with.