Her slender body now in the nude with only loose strands of her long auburn hair cascading over her large breasts like Eve in the garden, Carmen faced...the monstrous potted plant that had been growing in the corner of her loft. Like a prop from Little Shop of Horrors, its single bud held upright on a thick stem was big enough to fit a crouched person inside. The pod had begun to crack open like a red smile on a green face this very morning, which meant a decennial event was ready to begin. In. The lewdness of watching a dog ass-fuck her sweet young daughter was so erotic that she couldn’t hold back another orgasm. Cum ran down the crack of her ass, puddling in her tight little brown winker.That gave me an idea.Mom closed her eyes and focused on her own orgasm as her incestuous son’s stiff cock continued to slam into her depths. Miakela pushed Duke off and quickly climbed up, rolling onto her back on the bed.Mom whimpered as I momentarily pulled my cock out. Grabbing Mom’s hips, I. This is the truestory of a man who really did live the dream that many male submissives thinkthey would like to turn into reality. Ignore that baloney about it all beingfiction in the disclaimer above. Kelly and Mart areactual people and the events certainly happened, pretty much exactly as laidout here. It was the first evening of the rest oftheir lives. Their daughter had left home and moved to Los Angeles to live withher American boyfriend. They were alone together in the big house on the. They were typical women and had to explore the penthouse; looking outside on the terrace patio and all around. They were impressed with the sliding wall that exposed the bar. I fixed each of them a drink and asked if they all liked Veal Scaloppini. I got yes' all around, so I called down and ordered seven veal dinners with the appropriate wine, veggies, and dessert.We were soon dining with the Marshal. We had salad, and veal over rice with thick sauce over all of it. The meal was accompanied.