. please. . . please. . . soooo. . . big. . . ohhhhhhhh!!”“It’s too big for you mom?” he asked. He pulled her face to frenchkiss her, cupping ...er butt keeping her crotch pressed onto his cock”The monster cock had stretched her pussy to its maximum: “Ohhhhh. . . fuck me, Ballu, dont stop. .Fuck mom, fuck your mother . please. . . ” she moaned.“Beg me, Mom, Yashoda, my slut, beg me for my cock!!” he shouted as he went on fucking her.“Yes. . . yes. . . I beg you, please, fuck me. . . please!” she. “Forgive my nakedness,” she remarked provocatively, “but I really prefer not to wear one of these things on the beach if I can help it.” “I know what you mean,” responded Greg, “I wish this was one of those beaches.” “One of those beaches?” “You know what I mean? Have you ever been to Hawaii? “Yes!” “To Kauai?” “No, never there.” “Ah! There’s a beach there you might like. It’s called Secret Beach.” “What’s the secret?” “Topless.” Greg didn’t want to sound too forward and tell her that the beach. ”“Nice! What’s new with you?”“Not shit, mane! Workin’ and shit.”“Awesome!”“Yeah, so my grandma wanna havin’ a lunch for you tomorrow. After that we gon’ play cards wit’ my niggas.”“Sounds good to me.”Moe drove up to the fast food burger joint. He ordered a sack of cheeseburgers and an order of fries. Moe asked, “You know I live up in the garage above my other granny house?”“How would I know that,” inquired Ronnie.“You wouldn’t. Just lettin’ yo’ uppity ass know.”“I’m not uppity.”“Ain’t you. ”My stomach lurched. How could she know that Mother was a dragon? I was so stunned, I couldn’t gather my wits to respond to her question. To deny it. My palms grew sweaty as they held the leather-wrap hilt of my tulwar.“I’m not coming with you,” Mother said, her bearing regal and haughty.“You won’t, huh?” she asked, swinging her sword in a slow circle. She glanced at me. “You have a stance like a fighter. You have skill.”“Yes,” I growled.“Not as much as her,” she said, glancing at my.