Me: Now do the back of mommy's legs.Him: Umm...Me: Oh don't be shy, I want an even tan. Now get started.My sissy son slowly begins rubbing more oil on...o the back of my thighs,deliberately staying away from my ass. I know he must be staring at it-it looks amazing in this thong bikini. I ever so slightly readjustmyself -just enough to wiggle my ass a bit. This must be driving himcrazy. He has never been so close to me in this way.Me: The oil needs to be rubbed in. . so big ... so good," she whimpered as her pussy contracted around the thick shaft and she came. "Your the best ... best cock ever ... it makes me cum so good." And she came again, clinging tightly to his chest until her arms relaxed and she fell to the bed."So fucking good," he growled, grabbing the sides of her head with his strong hands. He squeezed her so tightly, it hurt and she feared he might crush her head like a melon. He stared into her eyes. "I love you," he told her with all. .”“NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!” I said out loud then burst out laughing.“What the hell was that? Did you just rickroll me?”“That songs been in my head all day, ever since I woke up.”She was forcing herself not to laugh. “And you choose now to just blab it out?”“It seemed like the perfect moment,” I said still holding back a laugh.“Well anyway, like I was saying before Stephanie said she...”“NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!” I couldn’t help it.“Dammit Randy! Fine then I won’t tell you.”“Hahaha ok ok I’m. Isabel had been sold to a Miss Bjorn, a land—owner of Scandinavian origin who possessed one of the largest plantations of sugar cane on the continental coast.She had fetched five thousand gold dou—bloons. A man with a strong Spanish accent had bid against Miss Bjorn, pushing the price up. The sisters thought, mistakenly, that Isabel had been lucky. They thought a woman would treat her better... Constance was next. She waited nervously, with her sister. She was dressed in a bright red, sneakily,.