“Oh mom. Your pussy feels so good…” Ajith said.“Aaaahh… yesss AJith … fuck mommyy…” mom’s head was rolling from side to side, as she...approached her orgasm. She tightly squeezed the pillow under her and moaned louder. She was lost in the moment and it was clear that she was on the verge of orgasm. Just looking at the taboo relationship between mom and son had made me real hard.I took out my dick from my pant and began to stroke it, matching Ajith’s hard thrusts. Mom and Ajith cummed at the same. Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.A dyslexic walks into a bra.A verb walks into a bar,. When they take her to the market to fight, do not send your assistants. Go yourself. I am trusting you, Karl! Watch her and guard her around the clock. Only use your best men on her and devote as much of your own time as you can. Hargreaves insists. And she and Angelina are to be kept naked at all times, and chained at night in the yard."Karl put the phone down and smiled. The fools had played right into their hands this time! He ordered Lilly to be given twenty strokes of a slipper on her. She opened her eyes and found, much to her astonishment, that her angel's eyes were streaming with tears."Angel?" She asked hesitantly. "What is wrong? Was the song a poor choice? Or, was my voice too harsh on your ears from the years of neglect and disuse?" No, child," the angel smiled. "It is simply a joy to hear you sing once more. For a moment, when you sang, I remembered how it felt when I was your Papa. The song was wonderful and your voice heavenly. The feeling is gone now, but I do.