It seems like a good day to tell you how great a mom you were to Susan and me. There was no one who could cook like you, not even my Martha. You were ...ough on us kids, those paddlings made us behave better, and they helped us grow up to be better adults. Mom, I know I've thanked you many times, but the sweater you made me before I went off to school was one of the nicest gifts I've ever received. You know I was wearing it when I met Martha. It's getting pretty worn, but I still have it and wore. He said holding his breath and pushed back at my cock while I stood firm as my cock, making sure that my thighs were not wavering. My cock bent hard, trying not to enter such a tight opening, then straightened abruptly and rammed home in the clenching ass. He immediately pushed his socks in his mouth to stifle the sound of cry with pain. He knew, he was fucked up, ripped open. His body started shivering and he lost his balance and fell back onto more of my huge cock, although I tried to support. She couldn’t help but to groan with each stroke as he slowly moved in and out of her. After a minute or so, he started to push into her faster and harder. Kara had to grab the edge of his desk and brace herself as she was fucked hard. She could feel her tits rubbing against the the cool top of his desk, teasing her nipples. She loved the way it felt to be used for nothing more than a whore. The way his dick felt in her was mind boggling. She felt as though she couldn’t get enough of him. . I was a child with well-earned issues my file said. Official up until a month ago I was a ward of the state. No one was going to adopt a crazy kid who saw stuff, heard voices, and forgot about the passing of time. The state was also very unwilling to let me go, they were very afraid of another child dying in a foster home and bad press. So I stayed, as other children entered and exited the home, I stayed. As caregivers came and went, I stayed.I don't remember my parents, never even seen a.