She went over and sat down on the bed, directly in front of her mother. She spread her legs wide."Makaylah! What are you doing?" Candi asked, shocked...at her daughters forwardness.Makaylah didn't answer. Instead she placed both hands on the back of her mother's head and pulled herself closer.Candi cautiously began licking her own daughter's pussy."Ohhh mom, I know this is wrong but I can't help myself!" Makaylah murmured quietly.I began to pump a little harder into Candi's nasty hole. This. She drew out a notebook, and opened up to a blank page, beginning to write in her journal. She wrote mostly about the art that she saw, and the people around her. Today was no different, in that she chose to write about the way he looked at the painting. It was from this angle she noticed his eyes were a jaded shade of green. His flesh was tanned, and his shirt exposed the muscular build of his arms that would suggest hard labor, at least implied that with the dust on his torn jeans. He was. Let me show you our menu of servers currently available and you can select one from the photos."He handed me a leather bound folder and inside there were photos and descriptions of the various servers. Each photo with its accompanying description was inserted into a pocket inside the folder. This enabled the maitre d' to update the folder as different waiters and waitresses came on or off duty. I looked through the folder and was struck by the variety of different physiques on offer — ranging. Of course, my mother wouldnt allow that. Shed need to eat it all up. Keep talking to me, Laura. My eyes had closed and I just wanted to hear her voice as her hands worked me to an early orgasm. Youre my project, Jack. I raised you, so youre mine. I fuck you as much as you can manage. And it will make me younger and younger. My body will get hotter and hotter for you. I started to imagine my mothers body becoming even more perfect. My dick got harder in her hands. But you cant only fuck me..