"You- you're moving to London?" Mum asks, her stare boring into myskull. "So you'll be closer to your friends?" Naturally, this ideamakes my mother VE...Y interested- and seems to have completely cured her'depression' as well."Not- not my friends in Cardiff," I mumble. "Or my girlfriend, either.I- I'm going to be studying, umm, graphic design..." Good," mum says, triggering an awkward silence in the room. "Kay- umm,Ian- Ian... I want us to be closer, to have a better relationship. I'mnot the. ‘Well, what about the guy who bought your painting?’ ‘I don’t know anything about him, if it even is a him. They don’t tell you these things.’ ‘They don’t!’ she was shocked. ‘You mean somebody had your painting and you don’t even know who?’ ‘It’s not my painting anymore, mom. It belongs to whoever bought it.’ ‘Hmff!’ was all she said. ‘Maybe you’ll meet someone at the gallery?’ she asked hopefully. ‘Maybe, mom.’ ‘Just don’t-‘ ‘Give away the milk for free. I know mom.’ ‘My daughter, a famous. I grunted. She moaned. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her. She was grabbing onto the couch for dear life and moaning loudly. Her tits were still covered by that hot pink bikini. The were bouncing back and forth. I looked up and realized that I had not shut my patio blinds or door before we started fucking. I was pounding into her and sweating.“Oh god Jay fuck me!” Joyce yelled. I saw movement near my patio at the gap of the bottom of the porch covering out of the corner of my eye. I. Gazing down, the young girl beneath him was something he had only ever dared dream of; he couldn’t believe he was about to rutt this beautiful young girl. So he wasted no time, and pressed the weeping head of his smelly cock against the schoolgirl’s sloppy-wet fuck-hole. He let out a loud groan as he nudged into the tightness of her teenage cunt. His face was contorted with pleasure as he pushed himself a little deeper. It felt like nothing he’d ever known, mind-blowing. Despite being.