Two more strokes of the cane followed, with similar results. She cried out each time, and after the third, he allowed her to reach back and massage he... rump. He then gave her a gruff command, causing her to rest her chest against the top of the chair to maintain her balance. At his further instruction, she grasped the waistband of the tight nylon panties and tugged them slowly down below her swelling bottom to let them rest at her knees. She then again grasped the back of the chair with her. She sawhim as a little boy. It didn't matter that he was taller than she was.He was her cute little boy (her little man) who she had to protect fromthe big bad world. She loved the way his eyes lit up when she boughtsomething just for him. It didn't matter if it was just a cheap toy fromthe dollar store. Not only did he have a kind heart, Janell knew thatWesley didn't have a mean bone in his body, She knew he had to beprotected from those who would take advantage of his kind soul but. He had no fat, but did have muscle and what I later learned was a really nice sized cock – about eight inches, and clean cut. Gwen sucked him and then stood, turned and dropped her shorts. She leaned toward the bathroom door and placed her hands alongside the huge floor mirror next to the door. Ricky reached around her waits and grabbed Gwen’s pussy and also shot a hand up her shirt to massage her bra-covered “A-cup” breast. He penetrated her from behind. He was lifting her off the. " Um... mom?" Dale tried getting her attention, looking worried."It's a dream," she muttered, "It has to be."Finally, Dale yelled, "MOM!"She snapped to, blinking and looking confused. "Huh..." Um... isn't Richie supposed to go home?" Dale asked, looking worried,then cringing almost as if he'd done something wrong.Finally Richie nodded, "Maybe my dad can fix this." Then he puffed up,confident that his dad could fix things. His dad could fix ANYTHING.Dale's mom stared at them both for a moment,.