.. stroke-stroke-stoke ... she breathed... “We’re not supposed to do this.” ... stroke-stroke-stoke ... That’s what she said but her pussy had...juiced up like crazy. I was sliding in and out of her with long, full strokes ... the head just barely missing coming out of her before I slid it back up into her.“Maybe not but we’re doing it anyway, aren’t we, Mom? Does it feel good to you, too?”“Oh, God, Eric. It feels fantastic but that’s not the point.” she whined. “You’re my son and I’m your. There are so many things about him that he could truthfully boast about, but he won't. He could also flirt with any of you, but he won't, because that's not his style. -- "Those of you who dressed in a way that a boy would like are smart, because if he doesn't talk with any of you enough to get to know you, then his opinion is going to be colored by how good he thinks you look. He's not immature about that, that'd be a guy choosing a nasty girl over a nice girl because the nasty one had a. It seemed like an eternity until the sound came again this time on her right cheek. The sensations were intense and she felt the contact throughout her entire body. She barely made any noise other than a guttural groan when the pain fully registered. She heard another sound but could not place it. A whooshing sound…short, crisp…then she felt the lurch in her pussy and realized he had inserted the inflatable plug. The second blow on her left cheek was different than the first, the pain more. Much smaller than you think!” Lamar laughed before we all kinda dozed off again for reasons yet unclear to me.I woke up to Whitney White riding my cock now and Whitney Tavington sitting on my face. I didn’t hesitate to lick her butt, yet I was very confused as to the reasons for this matter. I felt almost like a drunken man. When I awoke again, it was dark and the lights were off in the mall itself, the doors closed and locked for some reason. I trusted the Xenarians, but what in the blazes was.