I had found my mother’s perfect twin in terms of the body – fair-skinned, long black hair, a chubby woman with big tits. I ended up masturbating.�...�It’s my mother.” I tried to reason but it seemed that my dick has a mind of its own. I don’t know if I was crying or straining my eyes staring at the screen, but my eyes were full of tears. I fell asleep in the chair itself while my hand was inside my pants having a firm hold of my penis.I woke up hearing the printer’s sound. With a jerk I got up, I. Sie sieht ein bisschen aus wie Pumuckel und hat auch in etwa das passende Temperament.Katrin, unser beider gute Freundin. Sie heißt nicht nur so ähnlich wie meine Frau, sie ist auch nur ein oder zwei Zentimeter größer und hat auch in etwa das gleiche Gewicht, ebenfalls rote aber etwas heller, etwas glattere und knapp schulterlange Haare. Die Pfunde sind bei ihr aber etwas anders verteilt - sie hat eher kleine Brüste, was sie ständig benörgelt, statt dessen einen sehr runden Hintern, einen. She no longer denied she enjoyed flirting, getting hit on and exposing herself, so her psychotic anger when talking about revealing clothes and flashing was mercifully gone. We could both relax. She was, literally, out of her closet.I asked if she'd chosen to wear panties tonight and, smirking, I pointed to the crowd directly below us. A few of the elders clustered together with their drinks, but kept looking up at her through the clear glass floor and thru the railing. She saw them, tried not. All of this had a sense of formality to it, a sense of a lesser person greeting royalty.In the real world, people bowed to or perhaps kissed the ring of royalty, but this was the Second Circle of Hell. Lust permeated every aspect of this place and all who lived there. Twisting even the most basic behavior into something sexual.As his right foot touched the platform on which she held court, Logan’s frantic thoughts settled on to a similar notion. She wants me to kiss the ring. Taking a deep.