Sarah Taylor

turning her back to me before slipping the robe off, and then laying face down on the table, eyes closed. I took a moment to admire my mother's form, in particular her still very firm ass as she patiently waited for me to begin. "If you're through gawking..." she finally said knowing full well that I had been, though I saw her eyes open into slits as I walked around standing in front of her. I began working on her shoulders, messaging down into the small of her back, my free-swinging prick only inches away from her face as I did that. Once or