She looks at you with pleading eyes. She can tell that you are considering what she is saying, and a glimmer of hope shines in her soul. Sure, she wou...d have to be your personal fuck toy forever, but it would better than being sliced into lifeless ribbons right now.“You can keep me forever,” she reminds you, “You can fuck me forever. The government has made sure of that.”Your hand clenches your belt tightly. You grit your teeth. You hate to admit it, but you know the smart thing to do is to. " Don't ask, my darling," she told him, ever so softly. "Just tell me what to do! I want to please you." You do know what you're saying?" Yes," she sighed."Then unzip my friggin' fly!" he grinned, a twinkle glowing in his dark-brawn eyes.Her lips parted in a hot lusty grin. "That's the way I'd like you to talk to me. It's so fuckin' naughty, it makes my cunt burn."She fumbled for the zipper, drawing it down."Now take my fuckin' prick out."Eyes glued to Johnny's crotch, she slid her hand inside. Dad: Correct honey it’s not good for him. While going out, be careful.Po: That’s why I keep him close by.I hugged her from behind in front of dad and he didn’t mind it. I was poking my dick in her ass. She was wearing a saree. I grabbed her boob sliding my hand into her saree. She was shocked. But dad can’t see it due to the saree. I pressed her boobs a few times and let her go.After that, we went to the kitchen. “Son, it’s dangerous to do things like that.”“Don’t worry, mom. Dad is still. She took in Lance's tall, broad form in the doorway, his wolfish smile marring his Adonis-like looks. While Millie puttered around the kitchen, Harriet put on her best hostess act, pretending that she didn't know that Lance was really there to see her. She invited the young man into the living room, offering him coffee and cookies. After a few moments, Millie left the kitchen and went into the laundry room. Left alone with her daughter's boyfriend, Harriet's stomach flinched.She turned toward.