‘How could Yvette make a comment like that? She heard Yvette beg ‘Mom’ and not being able to distinguish if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or need, increased the rhythm of her penetration of her daughter. XXX For what seemed an eternity Yvette lay face down bent over the couch, focusing on the various colors of the material, the texture or anything she could trying to keep from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the pain radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned. “Seriously thinking of getting drunk, really, really drunk.” Read 25203 times |
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JadeBlue
stevo1959
Me, a still attractive woman, even at my age, flattering I suppose. The next morning, after her husband left for work, Mom checked on Yvette and, satisfied she was still asleep, went to do some ‘special’ shopping. A STRAP-ON????
