" Career, there is a lot of other things more important than a career" Alex grumbled.Grace stepped closer to her son; she could feel the heat emanatin... from his body along with the tension that ran through him. Her hand rested on his broad chest, and she could feel his muscles ripple through his shirt.Get a grip girl, she whispered to herself. This is your son for God's sake."Alex...look at me" Grace told her son. She waited until they locked eyes in the dim light of the tent."In this tent,. "You know how you squeeze your willy?"He nodded, and his hand went to the front of his pants."There's a place I can touch," she said. Her hand went to the front of her dress where her legs met. "I think it's kind of like squeezing your willy." She swallowed. "I've done it before ... I want to do it now."Frank wasn't stupid. "You want to do that while I squeeze my willy?"She nodded.Frank simply dropped his pants and started rubbing his stiff prick.Becky reached under her skirts and spread her. ’ I smiled and wrinkled my nose at him. He turned his head back to the bed. He put his face upon the sea-green sheets. The gurgle of groans and sighs told me that he was happy with the work my hands were doing. I spent time on his back and his butt. I touched his arms and his legs. I parted his knees and ran my hand up his inner thigh. I felt the wrinkled skin over his scrotum. I pressed my face against his back. My tongue desired to taste all of him. I bathed him with my tongue. I ran it over. Do czasu. Gdy miałaś 13 lat wybuchła kolejna wojna i ojciec dostał wezwanie. Wrócił do armii, regularnie pisał do was listy. Niestety po 9 miesiącach przyszedł kolejny, tym razem nie od niego. Matka po przeczytaniu go poszła do lasu i...już nie wróciła. Gdy razem ze starszym bratem, Murtem sięgnęliście po niego zrozumieliście co się stało. Ojciec nie żyje. W ten sposób mając niecałe 14 lat zostałaś bez rodziców i środków do życia. Nie mieliście wyjścia, nie byliście w stanie utrzymać.