I started running my
tongue and lips over her body, from her ears, to her neck, down to her nipples, past her torso and traced
the triangular strip I loved to the top of her pussy
. But that night I thought maybe you'd be right for my
mom, and as it turned out, I was right - and the added bonus is that she's very happy…"
"However, you then went and disguised yourself and climbed into bed knowing what would happen,
and you would do this to your mother, who's happiness you're now touting?" I said? "How do you
justify THAT?" I asked. I moved my hand up to cup her breast, which was
very warm, and I felt her nipple hard against the palm of my hand
. . I remember that I used to cry myself to sleep at
night, fretting over her
I started running my
tongue and lips over her body, from her ears, to her neck, down to her nipples, past her torso and traced
the triangular strip I loved to the top of her pussy
. But that night I thought maybe you'd be right for my
mom, and as it turned out, I was right - and the added bonus is that she's very happy…"
"However, you then went and disguised yourself and climbed into bed knowing what would happen,
and you would do this to your mother, who's happiness you're now touting?" I said? "How do you
justify THAT?" I asked. I moved my hand up to cup her breast, which was
very warm, and I felt her nipple hard against the palm of my hand
. . I remember that I used to cry myself to sleep at
night, fretting over her
I started running my
tongue and lips over her body, from her ears, to her neck, down to her nipples, past her torso and traced
the triangular strip I loved to the top of her pussy
. But that night I thought maybe you'd be right for my
mom, and as it turned out, I was right - and the added bonus is that she's very happy…"
"However, you then went and disguised yourself and climbed into bed knowing what would happen,
and you would do this to your mother, who's happiness you're now touting?" I said? "How do you
justify THAT?" I asked. I moved my hand up to cup her breast, which was
very warm, and I felt her nipple hard against the palm of my hand
. . I remember that I used to cry myself to sleep at
night, fretting over her
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