.. je ne sais pas si c'est le plus judicieux d 'en parler a un jeune homme en caleçon juste a côté de moi mais bon on ce connais bien et puis maint...nant ... tu sais j'arrive a me combler dans ce sens la mais c'est jamais comme si il y a un homme a la place de tout ces jouets en silicones, un homme et une vraie bite c'est toujours mieux qu'un gode vibrant même si il me sont bien utiles en ce moments ... "A ces mots ma bite durcissais a vu d’œil et je la sentais battre la chamade dans mon caleçon. I finally was able to get Abra alone again. "Abra, tell me something, who the fuck is in charge of your little band of merry mercenaries?" I asked.She laughed at me, then said, "I suppose it is Robinhood, if we are the merry men, and that would make me Maid Marion." Okay, now that I know you are well versed in western literature, who is in charge?" I asked again."It doesn't quite work that way. However the man responsible for passing along orders and other information is the older man. His name. One night, Missy had been in the bathroom when she'd suddenly realized that something was blocking the light that normally came through the keyhole from the hall outside. She was scared and then she realized that it had to be Ron peeking through the keyhole to watch her as she was naked and then getting into the tub for her bath. She felt more comfortable and even felt herself getting aroused as she realized she was actually being watched. Ron was seeing her totally naked and he was still out. I was pulled out of my revere by her voice. “Does your little man like being inside of mommy? I grunted and thrust. Mom grunted back and commented “ohh, not that little are we?” then she said “do you like having your cock inside your mother?” now I was able to answer. All I could do was quietly grunt out a “yes” “do you want to squirt your self off into mommies pussy?” this I was able to say “oh god yes” to.Mom voice got husky and low and she grunted back to me “good, I’ve been on the pill for.