Now I see why Zaria’s not happy unless she’s fucking you.”Ray is speechless.“I’m headed to the kitchen to make some toast and coffee. Come w...en you’re ready,” she says heading out the door. “We should probably talk.”Ray lays there and covers his face with his hands. Oh fuck! What the fuck have I done? A few minutes later, a somewhat numb and distraught Ray enters the kitchen and sits down at the table. “Yesenia, how could you do this? You let me fuck you, cum in you while the whole time making. Either way, it can be said the mature lady in the following videos and my mother looks incredibly like they are the same person! Their bodies are substantially identical, starting from their colours to their build. The only significant difference is that my mother has a hairy vagina, just like I prefer it!My mother is so magnificent that even her son desires her sexually,. I could hardly contain myself at this point. Vicki then laid flat down on the table. She put her legs in the air and said “Now the pants Jeff.”I obeyed her, as I start taking off her pants I notice her smile. It was beautiful. I couldn’t stop from smiling back at her. I was still thinking of what color thong she was wearing. I finally had my answer, it was green. I ran my hand up and down her legs. I was excited, nervous in a way too. “Jeff,” she said, “I want you to take off my thong too.” As. She took it back, but I know her well enough that it’s probably at least half true. Especially because neither Kelly nor Melody said a word against her, but just backed out of the room. Dutch has a very concise word for what I am: a ‘frik’. A perennial schoolteacher. I freely admit it, but it has worked in my favour far more than it has worked against me.Perhaps it is worth describing my first night at the palace, just to pad this brief, nay terse aide-memoire a bit. Oh, I just noticed I didn’t.