He wanted to touch his mother, but was afraid… he desperately wanted to touch what he was looking at. But he wasn’t sure how his mother would reac... to that, again he wondered about what his mother doing with him…. and would do… he was very eager to find out, thoughts of Inc(e)st filled his mind, again, but he didn’t want his mother to stop what she was doing, it felt sooooooo good.“Mmmmmmoooooohh, Mom…. ooooohh, Shit that feels good,” he moaned.“Can you see my panties getting wetter Honey…. am. Any finally it finished I rushed over still in my shirt and shorts there she was sitting in the ste stock room behind the desk the desk had an open front and you could see her legs just slightly parted , my heart was racing my penis was stiffening I was feeling a little awkward, suppose I was wrong I might be making a fool of myself, she said have a look for your text books down there Ive been having a sort out , they were in front of her desk on the floor, I was in heaven I knelt down and I. Until I filled her, spurting again and again.A moment lying on top of her, quiet, savoring, then it was back to the shower. Quick rinse. Shave. A little shoving as we angled to get the best light in front of the mirror.Stream of babble from Alison's room. For a kid who doesn't speak English yet, she is fluent and voluble in toddler-speak. It helps to see her hands move and her eyebrows go up and down and her smile, since the words she uses don't make any sense, but it's always clear what she's. The top left photo was Lana dressed in a long sleeved black blazer dress. Somewhat high above the knee for Lana’s 40 plus years but perhaps just for the private occasion. Yes, she could pull it off. She appeared less demure than usual, slutty. Made up for purpose of a fuck session. Heavier lippy and makeup. Lana could be seen kneeling on the sumptuous king sized bed, smiling cheekily at the camera. A naughty glint in her eye. Gradually hitching it up to reveal her slim pink thong which she’d.