And the golden rule is: your height in feet, converted to mature inches, plus one, so you’re MILF perfectly average for an elf.I told her how sorry I was that I wasn't insensitive just ignorant.I was busy wiping her cum from her ass area and rubbing it on her nipples and sucking them to attention.That she was independent of him, mom a modern woman.But now... now she knew a woman should be owned.Once Suck-chin had left, Scott glared at Leon.They work and work and no matter how hard they try, they’re still stuck in the same place they started at.Best get ready, bitch.Still impaled on his cock I collapsed and leaned my head on his shoulder as my body finally came back to earth.Johnny asked, still tightly clinging to me. Why...why I was going old to tell her what a fine young son she has!Being seen was new amateur to me, so i swallowed my fear the best i could and started to slowly finger myself. This fetish, through a friend, drew him to my MILF website, and he explained he had been an amateur avid fan.Anyways, he explained that far outside of his town, there was a large secluded and abandoned farm. The owners were forced to abandon it as nothing grew on it, and they couldn’t afford their mortgage payments. He went on to say he would sell mom it to me for pennies on the dollar, and help me set up my enterprise there by offering protection from the other local officials, as well as importing goods and services. In exchange he wanted unlimited access to my stock of sex slaves. He explained he always fantasized about fucking white girls, and in his town he didn’t have any access to them outside of masturbating to videos online. I laughed, and was glad to provide him with as much white girl ass as he could handle. I discussed this with the Dudley’s, and Johnny. At first they thought I was crazy mature for this (and I partly was). But really, when we came down to it, there was nothing else the four of us wanted to do. This was our calling. A fraction of our plethora of assets easily paid for the farm. We paid the Mayor double the asking price so that he could have his men outfit the farm how we wanted it. Months later, I got the message from him that it was ready for us.We rented a cargo plane, and loaded it up with years’ worth of slut chow, Johnny’s ‘medical supplies’, and our personal belongings as we made the trip to Turkey. old