"These have to be handmade and we need to have each day's progress documented with pictures. The time-line would be two months from today." It's gonna...cost a lot."William smiled, "Mrs. Danvers demands handcrafted items. She understands they are often expensive." Paul handed William an envelope. "This is a cashier's check for eight thousand dollars for materials."Alan looked at the envelope. "What's the catch?" Send daily pictures of the work to the included address. Hopefully, in two months I. ”“What? Are you going to take my ass?” I asked something that both petrified and intrigued me.“Oh, I plan to take that ass of yours,” he nodded, before adding, after kissing me again.."Fuck me," I begged him.My son lowered himself between my legs and propped himself on his arms. There was to be no foreplay and no delay this time. I felt the huge crown of his penis touch me and I stiffened in excitement. I then felt the touch again as it pressed into me a little harder and I felt the lips of my. Slowly she opened her eyes and let her back touch bed and started moving her hands on my back. Then slowly I started making moves. She also got in the rhythmic movement to meet my thrusts. One of the best moves she made was circular movements of her pelvic region along with the rhythmic movements of clutching my dick with her vaginal muscles when it went in and releasing it when it was coming out. This continued for about 5 minutes. She came once and dug her nails on my back. Now she started. ”“Damn it Ashley, did you wreck your mom’s car?!”“Sort of.”“What do you mean sort of? There’s only yes or no, there’s no sort of.”“Well Craig it’s actually resting against a fence two blocks from here. I think I hit a curb or a fence on my way home. I can’t really remember. ““You have to be shiting me Ashley. You know once your mom finds out you’re finished. You should just march your cute little ass back to your room and start packing right now.”I crumbled into a sobbing, wet mass. Tears.