You got your features from her, I won’t compare both of you, but she is very beautiful for her age.Chaitna: Chetan, be honest. Do you like my mom?Ch...tan: (after a brief pause) I don’t know. I mean, I found her beautiful, and I don’t look at her as a mom.Chaitna: (a bit surprised) I can’t believe you. You think that way about my mom.Chetan: Not that way, baby. It’s just I am praising the beauty she possesses. What’s wrong with it?Chaitna: What’s wrong is that she is my mom. She is much older. “If Anna and Liz were here, would you want them to see their own father like this?”“I don’t fucking care about anything right now,” said Thompson. Alice’s free hand rebuked him with a gentle slap. “Language, dear,” she said, making Thompson suck on her finger by way of apology. “And suppose I made a video of this, or streamed it live? Would you care?”“About what?” said Thompson, no longer understanding mere words, past feeling anything now but the pleasure Alice was giving him and the joy of. I feel tears stinging in my eyes, and can tell from the pain in my posterior that I was very red there. It would probably be a bruise by morning. I turn my head back to the bed for a moment, re-stabilizing myself under his powerful thrusts, and hear him spit. I feel a wetness splatter on my anus, and look back in confusion. To my confusion, I feel him begin inserting his pinkie finger into my butt. Ah, I call out, my ass? What would you want there? I had heard of people having anal sex, but it. “Ah well, don’t worry about it. I’m taking you out tonight; there’s this little club downtown which sounds like our kind of place,” Gwen said, giving Becca a cheeky wink.“I’m looking forward to it.” “Oh, just wondering; what’s that book called? I want to make it sound like I’ve at least glanced through it.”“An Office Romance…how clichéd can you get?” “Don’t let Ida hear you say that; she’ll have you out on your ass!" They both giggled and with one last smile Gwen returned to her cubicle. Which.