Oh my, a guy is actually touching my breasts. Gently he fondles me, my nipples are erect under my bra. Oh my god, this is heaven; please put you hand ...n my thigh, I silently wish. After a few minutes he does, he moves his hand under my shortened skirt and up to my knickers. Oh what do I do now, do I let him touch me there, like I want him to, or do I stop him. No, no I must stop him, I don't want to appear too keen, even if I am. Reluctantly I move his hand back to my bust. As it happens this. "I-I-I'm sorry sir," Tommy stammered.Valerie took a deep breath, as her knees felt weak."Run Valerie! Let's run!" Tommy screamed out.Valerie didn't hesitate. She still managed to hold on to the bag of peaches as she and Tommy ran like hell. They could faintly hear the footsteps of the old man as he tried to catch up to them. Valerie didn't even want to look back. She was petrified.The siblings ran for a few blocks and managed to lose the old man. They ran behind an alley that separated some. " Where do you want it mom?" In my mouth, I want you to cum in my mouth! Please John ... please. Hurry baby, hurry ... she'll, she'll be here any time now!"I felt her lips once more surrounding my cock, drawing on it, sucking it as my balls churned, as the first jettison of spunk ran up the length of my shaft. Within moments, I was pouring my seed into my own mother's hungrily sucking mouth as she greedily drank it down as fast as she could manage it. Even before I had completely finished. I’m certain that bringing that hand stitched and haunted doll into my bedroom and not taking it straight into the safe room with the other haunted objects is what is causing this night terror or sleep paralysis or whatever this is. I curse myself for bringing the doll into my room and also curse the spirit attached to the doll because it is obvious the spirit is what is causing this episode of sleep paralysis as I’ve never experienced it before. I try to close my eyes as the black shadow figure.