THOMAS Finger fuck your ass. Emma does what she's told. Popping her bottom up in the air, she licks her fingers, then slides one into her brown hole. ...hree fingers. EMMA I've never done that before. THOMAS Shut the fuck up and do what I want. Emma barely hesitates. Pushing her fingers slowly into her ass. THOMAS Here. He stands up and walks over to her. Lift your ass up higher. Emma rises up off her knees, pushing her bubble up towards him. Thomas leans in and spits on her ass hole. THOMAS. There was an air of importance to him, he was well groomed and sounded intelligent, his posture exuded confidence. He was obviously very well-educated and successful, so why was he being so nice to her? He watched her silently, casually leaning back in his chair, arms spread out on the back. He was wearing a black button-up shirt, and dark jeans. He slowly began running his finger across his bottom lip absently, staring at something. She followed his gaze to between her legs and realized that. However, I was unable to convince her to lie down with me. At first, I wanted to touch her which got me satisfied. And now, I will tell you how I achieved my dream of fucking my own mom. Here, the story continues.My mom said that she wanted to talk to me and I was waiting for her to start talking. Mom called me to have breakfast and it was on the next day. As I had a sore face, I did not go to college intentionally. My sister was in the hall as she used to go to college in the late.The time was. When he came back in I was cleaning up, and he pushed it closed himself and then went back to his quilt, and we didn't talk again.I did some more Tosca for a while, getting close to the end of Act II when Scarpia dies. I'd have to go back over parts of it the next day, but it was settling nicely into my mind. About 10:30 I decided to call it a night; I looked over at Asmedogh but he seemed fast asleep, and I left him there to head upstairs to bed.The next morning I didn't rush downstairs as I.