Cody's breathing grew ragged and his fingers dug into her thighs. He dropped his eyes to follow the blue silk as it slid up her body. He saw the smoot... skin of her legs, the curls at their juncture, then the scar to the right of her navel. On instinct, he ran his hands over the V-shaped mark, remembering how she'd told him she'd come by it. His face darkened. "Cody." He lifted his eyes and she placed one hand over the one he'd used to traced the scar. "It doesn't matter. Forget about it.". And it is an interesting theological question.”“You’ve read the Gospel of Thomas?”Mom nodded, “Jesus as a precocious little troublemaker!”“What do YOU think would happen if an eight-year-old boy had God-like powers?”“About the same thing as if a twenty-year-old boy had them! Nothing good! I suspect there was a reason Jesus’ ministry didn’t start until he was around thirty!”“Are you saying that’s when men are mature?”“As if THAT ever happens!” Mom teased. “But how old will you be when they let. I had the perfect view as I looked up to watch his cock sliding into her stretched ass. “Oh yeah, fuck my ass. I love your cock in my ass. dave his cock feels so good in my ass. Can you see it baby? Can you see it going in my ass? Do you like it? You must, your cock is so hard. Mmmmm, lick my pussy baby. Lick that cum out. Oh, you lick it so good,” she said as she bent down to suck me. He fucked her ass violently for a good fifteen minutes, all the while calling her a nasty white slut. His. " Aye, my liege, it shall be done," says the faithful lieutenant of my wishful thinking. But, alas, it is too late to turn the clock back and pantyhose are here to stay.I applied myself with more vigour to the exploration of her secret places, stroking the velvety flesh at the top of her legs above the stockings and slipping my hand into her knickers over her bottom, running my fingers down the cleft in her buttocks.I moved my hand to the front again brushing the hair between her legs, then.