Redhead Granny and Collage Student

Do you copy?’’ ‘’read ya loud and clear reaper lost radio contact for a while you okay?’’ ‘’im good things got hairy I had to claw my way out bring the truck I have 3 survivors’’ ‘’ roger ‘’ I pretended to ‘’hold off’ the rat guys till they arrived I got the survivors in the truck told fang to get shotgun and I got in ‘’listen granny up science op aborted all teams fall back to the chopper pilot get us ready to dust off heavy 3 more survivors’’ everyone acknowledged Once at the chopper we all got in linked up with ghost and wraith and lifted off So did the alien ship as it vanished in a cloud of fire ‘’that’s what took so long huh captain?’’ bigboobs said tank ‘’yeah I wired their reactor to blow’’ (that just popped into my head) I took my helmet off and joan gasped ‘’you are bleeding reaper ‘’ ‘’yeah I smashed my head’’ I leaned back and sighed. In the USMC records it would show that my team eliminated the hostile craft and its leader When the truth was their leader was in a new secret room under my house In 2013 tragedy stuck my family like only few could imagine. I remember it so vividly that I can recall every influx in her voice when my school principal gave me the news. I learned that my mother had been in a horrifying car crash. I was told that an oil tanker had went across the median on the highway and crushed a car that my mom was riding in and it killed the driver who was a co-worker of my mom’s I barely knew. My mother was alive, but she had been severely injured and disfigured. Three months my mother spent in the hospital before she could go home. The cost of her recovery was tremendous both physically and emotionally. In all, my mother lost both of her legs from the knees down. She lost her pinky finger and ring finger on her right hand. She had a massive scar student across her cheek and several smaller scars around her entire body. During the crash she sustained a severe concussion, lost most of her teeth, brain bleeding, a burst spleen, a ruptured appendix, several bone fractures, and a slipped disk in her back. My mother was not whole physically, mentally, or emotionally during her recovery or when she returned home. The only positives from this situation that helped maintain our sanity was the financial compensation she got and that she was still alive although permanently disfigured. Mom received over 10 million dollars from the accident plus the oil company would cover her medical expenses for life. It’s amazing how fast oil companies will throw millions at you to save their own image. Apparently, they had violated a number of safety regulations on this shipment and they offered to settle quickly. For the first six months mom slowly adapted to her new lifestyle. She got prosthetic legs and learned to walk and even run with them some. She bought us a new house in the rural Midwest that included a couple hundred acres of land. Her demeanor was poor, her spirit was clearly broken, chubby but my relentless mother continued to move forward through life. Before the redhead accident my mother (Kathy) was a very average Grandma woman. She worked for a company that manufactured plastics. She started working there after high school and never actually wanted to get a better or high paying job. Mom was not an overly intelligent person and this simple job was just fine with her. She wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t overly pretty. Like she had done with his cum, he moved his hand up to his nose and smelled it, all the time staring at redhead her reddened face. “This time, it’s you with the problem. My hair had been blonde before but now had a taint of brown in it, and my small stature hinted clearly at this. He was holding me tight and working his hips in unison with mine. For as long as I could remember. Sara and I lasted just a few more minutes, until Sara let loose with her own orgasm. The other chubby policeman tries to stop him, but suddenly a shot rings through the air, causing panic. “You’re all bastards,” I say, trying to sit up so suddenly that my arms jar against the bed frame. “How bigboobs granny old are you Claire?” student Jophiel squirmed on my cock, sending a delicious pleasure through me. Denise stepped a little bit closer to me and she Grandma bent over me, close enough to touch me, but not touching me at all... my hand instinctively went to grab her massive breast, but I stopped myself, promising to grab it later if I won.