I shot 5 strings into the air and it ht his face and my chest.then he said to stand up. So i did what he told me to do.He got up and went into his mom... room to get some vasaline, he said that he sees his mom put it on her toy and he told me to put it on me. I lubed it up real good so it could be slippery and he bended over on his bed and pointed to his ass. He told me to put some of the vasline on his asshole so i used like half the jar on his asshole and got it slippery and he told me to put. She had a clean shaven pussy which was looking like heaven I kneeled down and started sucking her pussy wildly she was deliriously mad and was moaning and making squeaking sounds. ‘oonh ahhhh ahhhhh ooonh. I hurriedly pulled off my shirt and my jeans and my jockey. I rubbed my turgid and swollen cock on pussy teasingly she pleaded with me ‘Rahul please, please’ I said what? ‘Please put it in me and push it hard’ I slightly pushed it in and took it out. She said Ohh Rahul please, please don’t. He could feel the warmth of the stove on his face. "Ms Franklin?" he called again.The kitchen seemed to be empty. Peter walked around the kitchen table where various steaming dishes full of food had been laid out. He stood in front of the stove, scratching his head. There were two pots boiling on the burners.Peter put down his briefcase and opened the door of the stove. A powerful light flashed and Peter froze. He was leaning forward in front of the open stove, his slender arms holding a large. Helen pondered the clinical approach she'd taken in assessing the body.She'd detached herself from all of her emotions. But now, she consideredthis body that lay before her was more than just a body. Much more. Itwas her son. She scanned Eric once more and it immediately occurred to her. Heranalysis was flawed. By outward appearances, he was not her son. He'dbecome her daughter.Helen yawned. She was dead tired. The last week had been a grueling one.It'd taken its toll on her. She gazed at her.