As soon as i opened the door i could smell it. i could hear them talking and laughing, my son trent and someone else in his room, hanging out and list...ning to music, partying like school k**s. his door was open so i went to say hi. you guys having a party? i said as i stood at his door, oh, hey mom! trent said all casual, his friend's eyes opened real wide as he checked me out in my little runner outfit, super tight, little shorts, tight tank top, sneakers. this is trevor, trent said,. It was a kind of uniform I've come to recognize as the standard dress for the top-level slaves of the islands. Dodi was now wearing something similar, a red halter and white shorts, but both clothings now looked made of soft cotton, and the white shorts in particular were clinging to the shape of her buttocks as she lay on the floor before me.I shook my head as if to clear it. "Dodi, what are you doing here?" I was assigned here, Grand Mufeto." Huh? Assigned by whom? Speak with complete. “I know,” Rich said.Jack asked, “What did Abby do when she learned they were covering it up?”“She was angry and demanded that they call the police, but they threatened to say that she was a participant in it,” Rich answered.“She believed them?” Jack asked raising an eyebrow.“You better believe it. They would have done it, too. They went into full bore ‘cover your ass’ mode, and they would have fed her to the wolves to hide the truth in a New York minute,” Rich said.“This world is fucked,” Jack. I kept her fucking her in missionary position for around 30 minutes. While doing so I could hear my balls hitting her and making a sound.With my dick inside her, I caught hold of her and went and sat on the sofa. I made her jump on my dick in sitting position, I could see her boobs jumping along with her. In between, I caught those boobs with on in my hand and other in my mouth.While mom was jumping on my dick and moaning, I was sucking her nipple like a kid and giving bites in between. This.