"Do I really?" You do."A slight smile crossed her face. "No one has ever called me lovely before," she whispered."Well, they should. You're a lovely y...ung lady." Thank you." She raised head a little."Now go change into those casual clothes," said Vonda."Yes, ma'am."Once again, we went back to the computer.As we watched her strip, Vonda asked, "So, tell me, boss. Why are you so interested in her?" Why shouldn't I be?" Well, she's not really your type, is she?" Not like you, you mean?"The. He listened to the banter between Mother and Son, focusing on what each was saying as he pretended to read the newspaper. And that is when it came to him. Though the conversation was of little consequence, Henry spoke with strength and conviction, which for Henry was a first when speaking with his Mother.Years of being talked at, yelled at, or told what to do had made Henry insecure, and this would cause him to defer to his Mother in all things. It was with much concern his Dad had for Henry’s. Oh, the things he watched her do to herself... She was getting quite into penetration; be it with her hairbrush, a thick marker pen, even once a banana! After Scott’s first visit to the house, her neighbour watched the teenage girl sit in front of her mirror, legs spread wide, stuffing her pussy with what looked like a twisted glass bottle – probably perfume. After every few thrusts, she removed the sopping bottle and licked her juices clean off it, before returning it to her pussy. Eventually. I look out the window and see the first rays of sun coming thru lighting up the room, number eight walks in the room, he’s an old bearded man he grabs the boy, pulls him off me and pushes him on the floor, he stands over me strokes his old grizzled cock over me until he cum’s covering my bruised and bitten tits, then he pushes my legs apart and buries his face in my pussy eating all the cum out of my pussy and ass. OH SHIT here I go again cuming hard as he eats me. He gets up grabs a bottle of.