I understand your discretion. You could not win when she told you. What you did was private, what happened to me was private. You were right, c'est co...me ça.”I sighed, “Thank you.”“I am sorry too because I had to tell you all this. It is too much.”“No, I understand. Why do you think she did it?”“If she cannot have it, no one can,” Elodie huffed. “I do not know. She is a spoilt brat who lives off Papa’s money and plays at being yoga teacher. Maybe she is used to getting what she wants and you. There were the usual facial shots but also some tastefully nude photos that managed to de-emphasize my scars, which bothered him some days. He'd talked a few times about wanting some pictures of me, so I thought he'd like them.Talon's gift to me was a gift card to a book store inside a generic Christmas card. It made me really upset, though I'd tried not to show it. It would have been one thing if I'd been talking about a whole slew of books I wanted but couldn't afford, but this felt like a. Peering into theshoe it did indeed look very slippery and satiny indeed. I again felt ashiver run through my body as I thought about how intimate I was gettingwith Michelle's shoes. What was going on with me?I then turned my attention to the sock. I couldn't have ever imagined mybeing even remotely interested in such a feminine looking thing, yet hereI was holding it in my trembling hand. It was made of a very sheer andsikly nylon fabric that almost seemed to be too delicate to allow a footto. I want to feel you cumming inside of me. Now fuck me good!" I pounded the hell out of my mom; every thrust was bringing me closer and closer to blowing my wad inside of her. We both were grunting like some wild mating a****ls. She looked up at me, "Come Alex, fuck me! That's it, fuck me, fuck your mom. Fuck me good! Keep it up Alex; you keep fucking me like a good son. Do you like fucking me? Do you like fucking your mom, making her big tits bounce all over?" "Oh fuck yes mom! I love fucking.