The shopping spree: eight dresses, six pairs of earrings, five pairs of shoes, five necklaces and three bracelets all for a whopping sum of what I mak... in a month. Hell, if he thought it was worth to spill that kind of change for a kinky exchange in a fitting room, I would have done it just for the thrill. Then there was the trim, the keratin treatment, the blowout, and the makeup Stephan used to fix me up for the night that went right in my bag along with a gift certificate for the lingerie. She swung her leg off him and kneeling near his head she planted her mouth over his still erect cock, telling him “I’m a glutton for sperm and I want breakfast from you”. She commenced sucking and lavishing his young prick with kisses and kneading his balls but knowing he would take at least 15 mins to re- build his load. Thus after several minutes she just said “keep this hard for me sweetheart. I’m going to make my cup of tea and I’ll be back for seconds”. I stayed hidden, not wanting to. "This mother-cunt like her own shit on your finger." Does it make your hairy cunt wet?" This mother-cunt's hairy cunt is very wet," she replied."Mark trust his finger into his mother's mouth, telling her to suck it, to make sure there was no more shitty smell or taste on it. Susan sucked frantically, still tasting her shit on it. Tommy was pinching one of her enlarged nipples very hard, bruising it, but she didn't dare cry out."We're all gonna take a walk to the mall, Mom. We want to get some. ” The reply reads. “I am worried you won’t like what you see & we will no longer be lovers,” Chris replies. “Maybe I should be the judge of that. You certainly know what a woman wants and the most erotic ways to please one,” I reply. “OK, next week I will let you touch & we will see what develops.” Why is Chris so reluctant for me to touch and see him? Surely he can’t be a hideous beast. I spend almost every waking hour imagining Chris. Is he tall, short, dark, toned, blond? In my dreams.