My dad died of a heart attack five years ago when I was just twenty. Porn Unaware of my presence until I crept up and cupped her spongy cake, she responded by grabbing my hand and holding it tight against her pulsing flesh as she jerked and wined against it. Her movements centered on home to work and back except for an occasional Sunday visit to the neighborhood church and once or twice a week visits to the supermarket or library. Maggie’s fat snugly covered pussy was such a marvelous sight my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open involuntarily. I saw her blush red as she glimpsed the contents of the box, and I noticed a slight trembling of her hands.
