I would rather be with Io than those two. If Max doesn't stay on good behavior, that is still what I will do. This was my last school function and, si...ce my breakup with Morgan, I really didn't want to play the dating scene this summer. I'm leaving in the fall." Darren, it's just for the weekend, Try to be nice." I am and will be. Talk to Max. She's the one with the bad attitude." I know but she's been better since she joined us for the summer." It's early. We'll see how it goes."I helped mom. He climbed on the sofa beside her and turned her body facing him. Her back facing the door where I was watching. The window was open which threw light on their sweaty bodies. He made her unclasp her hands from her breasts and licked her underarms.I could see a part of her swollen boob very near to which Ashok was twirling his tongue. His tanned body over her light naked skin looked sensual. He took her nipple between his lips for a while. He plucked it with his teeth till his mouth was full of. And I was still wondering if Peter was my father or not. My mother always said - You look like your father - and for me it was obvious that Sean Lenoir was my father. Was he really? I cleared the coffee table from all the trinkets and made room for the pictures. I sorted them by date to see my mother's changes in her body and her face. The first picture was taken the day she turned eighteen, the last one when she was fifty-nine, probably during one of her last moments of lucidity, one year. Her palms came in contact with the bed again and she rose up to her knees, grabbed onto my hips, and began thrusting the dildo in and out of my pussy yet again. "Are you gonna cum for me, Naomi? Soil your bed sheets and forever taint my dildo too? Will you make it love your pussy, so it won't ever want to go back into mine? Are you gonna do that for me and prove our love is pure?" she asked, just before she picked up speed. "Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled, seizing the bed sheets. "Fuck, you're making.