“They’re dildos honey! You choose one, you put it on me, then Mr. Thorn here gets to take pics while I fuck you with it! So which one do you want?...You got your little one, that’s about six inches, your bigger one, that’s about eight, then the one that I call the horse! Look, it must be twelve inches!” Eve selected the smallest one. “Well that’s okay, it just means I can ram it in all the harder! Well, we haven’t got all day, let’s get started. Mr. Thorn, why don’t you get that camera rolling. " Well, I was, I don't know, eleven or twelve, something like that, and just finding out I had maybe the makings of a real voice, and one Saturday it all came together for me. I remember like it was yesterday. And all of a sudden I just sat up and looked over at Mom and said to her, 'I'm going to sing that, and I'll sing it better than she's doing.' I don't even know who the soprano was that day, and it's not important because I didn't stop there, I said, 'I'll sing it better than anybody ever. “Ohhhhh fuck me! Please! Please!” you yelled. “Louder! Tell me what you want!” “Fuck me, you bastard! Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Leaning back against the wall, your ass on the back of the couch, you lifted your legs wrapping them around my waist, locking your ankles on my ass, pulling me into you, “Come on fuck me! Fuck me! Give it to me!” Your strong legs made me thrust hard, our bodies slamming against each other, my cock pounding you like a piston, driving deeper and harder with each. You were not Voguel, nor should this be able to occur like this. I have dreamt of my mother often over the years, but you are nothing like her. So, end your mindless tricks and show me who you really are.“The woman’s eyes twinkled, a small amount of pride appeared in her eyes and she shook her finger at me.“Ahh, ahh, ahh, Davik. Such impolite and rude accusations, did I not teach you better? Is that any way to speak to your mother, young man?”I had to give it to this person, she was giving a.