It had been a few months after Roldine was transferred from having my mom in her care, and I absolutely hated missing the feeling of being buried deep inside her tight older pussy. I lost count of how many times I blew a load just thinking about her, and I was under the impression those six months or so that I’d never get another woman to be that slutty little bitch for me again. Boy, I had never been any happier to be wrong.
About a month earlier, the large house next to mine and my mom’s (which looked like a dwarf compared to the Mountain Giant from Neverending Story) had been bought by an older Asian woman- probably in her thirties- and what looked like her daughter. Both of these women began to fuel my pussy-filled dreams and fantasies even as I saw that, while the mother did in fact live there, her daughter wasn’t the only younger woman in the house.