Pounding my Stepmom’s huge booty trapped in the couch!

“You wouldn’t have to pay to,” she offered, “Do we have a deal?”
“I guess,” I agreed. Blacked “On your back, fifty dollars a time,” I offered, “Might as well move in so I can screw you when I want.”
“Gee,” she said, “If I could stay here and give up my apartment.”
“You wouldn’t need a loan and I wouldn’t get to screw you,” I ventured. She was naked now, she helped me undress and then dropped her head to my cock. “Why did you think it was me Amy?” I asked. “In the end I couldn’t face standing in the courtroom,” she admitted. Getting even. She was naked now, she helped me undress and then dropped her head to my cock. “What!” I gasped. “Sure,” I agreed, “Here put my jacket on.”
She smiled nervously, my black jacket, her red brassiere, the moonlight, she read my thoughts “No not on the concrete!” she said, “The grass maybe?”
“My Carmaro?” I suggested, “My apartment?” she nodded, “Sure!” I agreed, “I’ll take you there.”
We drove to Wal – Mart and sat in the car for ages, I told her all about how she ruined my final year at uni with her lies, getting me kicked off my course and then in the end she just withdrew the charges just the day before the trial, and I never figured why. “You could always stand on street corners with fishnet tights and no panties till he picks you up?” I suggested. “It’s ok,” I told her, “I’ll treat you!”
“Are you sure?” she asked, like a Wal-Mart dress was some big deal.