She writhed, the fluffy cord holding her pulled taut, and begged me to touch her pussy, to kiss it, lick it, finger it, anything I wanted, and I final...y gave in. How could I not? A river of sweet honey was seeping from her pussy downwards and between her buttocks, and I licked and sucked it up, then delved into her treasure.Her hips lifted off the bench, and her moan filled the air like music. My tongue slid effortlessly through her velvet folds. I scraped my teeth lightly over her clit, and. Mio figlio vuole che io sia sempre una brava Mamma per ogni occasione, Provvedo alla pulizia e all’ordine della casa in cui viviamo e preparo da mangiare da brava casalinga quale sono.Mio figlio vuole che la sua Mamma sia sempre bella, in forma, ben curata e profumata, vuole che tenga le unghia di mani e piedi lunghe e sempre ben smaltate, il rossetto ed il trucco sempre apposto, i capelli in ordine color biondo platino, devo sempre indossare scarpe aperte con fibbie ben strette, le dita dei. Everyone said okay and wished her to feel better. She walked past me and I asked if she would be okay return alone. She replied that she would feel better if someone came with her to make sure she did not feel ill on the way to the room. Her Mother walked over and walked us to the elevator asking if everything as alright. She went back in and said that she was going to because she had some medicine that may help. The group kept playing. Into the elevator we went still holding up the ill. Following the twang, I hear a shriek and a thwap against the grass. I gaze around me carefully, trying to figure out what that was. Just as suddenly as the sound, a figure on the horizon appears. The figure seems to be about 5 and a half to 6 feet tall from my perspective and shadowed against a cloud or tree or rock.I notice another twang and thwap with the realization that it is a man firing arrows at me. I begin running the opposite way with long strides. The gravity almost makes me.