Second part, how many times?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t’ count but it was maybe twenty or more times. My pants were still resting on my ankles, my cock about half the size it was for the picture
Squirt. She fingered herself for a moment then pulled her cum drenched finger up to look at it.
. "Wait-," I yelled, finally not able to stand it much longer, "I need to be able to breathe Mom, "do you want me to suffocate?"
"Just!. Yes! That's, Right!
NOOOOOOOOO!'
then I looked down at my Mother's superfit unconscious form.
She came up to my room, and walked in - fashionably dressed, hair longer, body still so slim, and as beautiful as I had pictured. So, here we are, some years on, and I haven't been in HCMC for 6 months, and she is speaking in a voice I had never heard, and could hardly visualise as belonging to the Thi I had known and talked with all those previous years
. Ar knew Thi from seeing her at our apartment on her hospital visits twice before
Second part, how many times?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t’ count but it was maybe twenty or more times. My pants were still resting on my ankles, my cock about half the size it was for the picture
Squirt. She fingered herself for a moment then pulled her cum drenched finger up to look at it.
. "Wait-," I yelled, finally not able to stand it much longer, "I need to be able to breathe Mom, "do you want me to suffocate?"
"Just!. Yes! That's, Right!
NOOOOOOOOO!'
then I looked down at my Mother's superfit unconscious form.
She came up to my room, and walked in - fashionably dressed, hair longer, body still so slim, and as beautiful as I had pictured. So, here we are, some years on, and I haven't been in HCMC for 6 months, and she is speaking in a voice I had never heard, and could hardly visualise as belonging to the Thi I had known and talked with all those previous years
. Ar knew Thi from seeing her at our apartment on her hospital visits twice before
Second part, how many times?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t’ count but it was maybe twenty or more times. My pants were still resting on my ankles, my cock about half the size it was for the picture
Squirt. She fingered herself for a moment then pulled her cum drenched finger up to look at it.
. "Wait-," I yelled, finally not able to stand it much longer, "I need to be able to breathe Mom, "do you want me to suffocate?"
"Just!. Yes! That's, Right!
NOOOOOOOOO!'
then I looked down at my Mother's superfit unconscious form.
She came up to my room, and walked in - fashionably dressed, hair longer, body still so slim, and as beautiful as I had pictured. So, here we are, some years on, and I haven't been in HCMC for 6 months, and she is speaking in a voice I had never heard, and could hardly visualise as belonging to the Thi I had known and talked with all those previous years
. Ar knew Thi from seeing her at our apartment on her hospital visits twice before
Prisoner In The Desert