I washed her hair and threw on a robe. Soft material caressed my body wonderfully. I felt very nice.The fact that underneath I was completely naked an... no one was home, me incredibly excited. I decided to use it. I closed the door from the inside and went to her room. I turned on the computer. Solved poczesa?am nightgown and hair. I opened the site with porn movies.Long was looking for something exciting and finally stumbled on the movie, which was full of approximation, and it rhythmically on. She cooed her appreciation of my bold move. I reached under her mini dress by running my hands up her silky stockings. It took me only seconds to realize my mother wasn’t wearing panties as part of her ensemble. She obviously chose her outfit with her son in mind and not her chump husband.I went down on my knees to give myself more access to my mother’s bottom. My arms were long enough to fondle her cheeks from a standing position but I needed more. As I caressed her cheeks, I watched Mom reach. And the loneliest. And now Jen was going to have his baby, and he'd never see his child, or Jen, again. She'll forgive me, he thought. She has to. She fucking has to.Thursday he showed up at her house. He had called earlier, but she'd hung up on him again. She heard his car in her driveway. She slammed her math book down on her bed.He rang the doorbell, then came in anyway. She walked out of the hall, staring him down. Her parents were gone, luckily."Jen, please. Talk to me! I'm not going to. After setting up the meters and her laptop, Mark could see two graphs on her screen. Arianna turned on the two motors and they began buzzing and Mark could see the data reflected on the screens.The eggs were pulled to the fake cervixes and after a couple minutes the motors burned out. Arianna was crushed. She was at the brink of tears when Mark finally said something, “That's no biggy, probably should have told you that was a bad idea anyways, it’d be better to use a counterweight than those.