“Take a look for yourself.” Steph stared in disbelief. It was there, just like she’d said. A perfect match. A dark brown heart shaped mark exac...ly like the one she’s had since birth. “I… don’t feel so good,” she groaned, leaning back against the door, her mouth dry, a flash of heat rolling through her. “Yeah, I know. I remember. Oh, and I hate to tell you this, but… you’re about to puke.” Steph didn’t even get a chance to reply as she felt her lunch burning its way up her esophagus and all. "Go to the bedroom and lay on the bed" he said "Ok" I got up and went indoors I lay face up on our bed my body warm and glowing from the afternoon sun."Close your eyes"he said from outside the door"Ok there closed" I yelled my pussy was starting to throb with excitement as to what sexy things he was about to do to me "Keep your eyes closed and roll onto your stomach put your hands behind your back"I obeyed his wishes but in my head I began to worry now you see whenever we play this game we. He remembered soooo much more of that one afternoon and evening. He remembered how her breasts, her succulent and seemingly perfect boobs and how he held them in his hands. How he squeezed them as he held them and how she reacted as he did. He remembered it all, almost, as he felt her hand on his cock, and how she got him hard and how they fucked. “Ohhhhhhh yeah,” he said. “What’s that?” he heard all of a sudden. It was his mother. She had just walked into the kitchen where he was sitting and. ..Egal, nicht mehr mein Problem. Bis sie plötzlich hinter mir stand und ihre Hand in meinen Nacken legte! Sie presste sich kurz gegen meinen Rücken, ich spürte ihre harten Nippel! Ich drehte mich leicht zur Seite, schaute in ihre grossen und schönen Augen. Sie grinste mich an, sagte «Hallo» und wollte mich zu einem Drink an die Bar einladen. Ich schaute meine Leute am Tisch an, die nickten alle, und so ging ich mit. Sie ging die vielleicht 20 Meter zur Bar vor mir. Sie trug enge Jeans und ihr.