"Jennifer understood what her son wanted from her; that he wanted her to express as succinct as possible in words what her feelings were. If she could...express what she felt, how hot she felt, he wanted her to find the words to use to express it."Christ yes. I do. I want my own son to shove his juicy, fat fucking cock up my horny shit hole and to fuck his mother in the ass harder than he's ever fucked anything before." Well mom, I don't think you're quite ready for it yet. Your asshole is not. With neither protest nor whimper, I continued the pleasing rhythm, using her mouth for my pleasure. Not wanting to ruin a good thing, I came to my senses and removed my hand. She didn't stop licking and sucking, so I gripped her head again tightly and increased the bobbing to a furious pace, her warm saliva drooling over my balls. I let go again and she backed off to suck only my purplish head. Little moans of pleasure told me she truly enjoyed our connection. She accidentally let me go and in. " But doubt tinged his voice. Carol-Anne didn’t let him leave. "Who is that?" she said. "With his mask still on?" It was the same man they'd seen on the road, with the black goat mask. He sat at the head of the table but ate and drank nothing, and spoke to no one. Carol-Anne felt her heart turn to ice whenever his eyes turned to their window. Had he seen them? If so, he betrayed nothing. She was so fixated on him that it was a moment before she realized Daniel was tugging her sleeve again.. She wasn’t in any clubs. Neither were the boys. She’d join something if they did. Or maybe try out for volleyball. She would need to practice but--“Hey!” She shouted as the pink haired dude grabbed her elbow. Her heart fluttered and she warmed with one look into his eyes. “Hey there.”“Come on, Kristi, before you attract attention.” He had a gravelly voice that was somehow silky. Her thighs were going to be soaked. The redhead was dragged to nearest girls restroom. It was empty.“What’s your.