The baked Ivana stumbled towards the vehicle, her back hurting whenever she took a step. Alexandra had volunteered to carry Ivana's bag and together w...th Emilia, the two girls followed Joana inside."Dad, where are the keys?" she asked as she entered the living room."Are you going to sleep already?" he asked a bit surprised. "Is Matthew still here?" "Was she planning to take her boyfriend into the mobile-home to sleep with her tonight? he wondered worryingly."Matthew went home... And we're not. "You can make whatever...adjustments you need to. Let's just get past the ride and enjoy the beach again, OK?" she added, nuzzling her nose into my face.The feeling was already surreal. Mom's hot, wet hips resting on my lap, cock head surging against the front of her pussy, separated by thin material. My head spun with lust and confusion.Still, instincts kicked in. I ran my hands along mom's thighs, under the shirt as she arched back into me. I reached between us, as if to adjust myself to get. It was a long time ago that he himself had felt such a feeling and so he gave himself up for a few seconds to all this greed. But then he tore the helmet from his head and deactivated the system. Shocked at himself, he shook his head. That was actually not his way. He would think about it later. Jean just telepathically informed him that there had been an accident on the ship. Apparently the grenade they wanted to investigate was detonated on the ship. There were only a few areas on the ship. . ) to a girl like her who had everything under control?"Who was I with? Was Enrique there? If only that black hole inside my poor hurting head would open up a bit..."She quickly raised and pulled up the pants. With her heart beating in her throat, she checked herself out... Thankfully, the 'most important' part of her body did not seem to hurt particularly. The fog around her mind was still not cleared up though. Like when you wake up during a nightmare. An uncontrollable crisscross of.