I liked Cousin Clare. She’s not a real cousin. Her mother was my mother’s best friend and chief bridesmaid but the families had lived close to eac... other all my life. I had called Clare’s mother ‘aunt’ so Clare became ‘Cousin Clare’. The idea of Christmas and Boxing Day with Clare seemed like heaven. Even my landlady was pleased. She would have made Christmas Dinner for me with her family but I would have been an embarrassment. Now she could have her family to herself. She kissed me and pushed. She was nine years old." I don't like her thinking she can just do whatever she feels like doing. She's supposed to do only what we tell her she can, no more, and no less." You told me yourself that you hated the idea of not leaving anyone here to sell product to your direct sales customers when we go down south, and now we do have someone. Besides, with the three she opened today, and the five new ones you got, we passed the one seventy mark for commercial accounts. You were the one who told. I fucked myself, while Mr. Wilson stroked his cock. “Make yourself come. After that I want you to lay on my desk, and I will eat that beautiful pussy of yours.” “Do it fast, Mary! Finger fuck yourself harder. Make that pussy cream for me.” I pushed three fingers inside myself and fucked myself harder. It was so embarrassing, but my body was reacting and it felt so good. I rubbed my clit and moved my fingers in and out of my bald pussy. “I’m going to come now. Oh God. I’m coming.” “Great. Mummy wants to see her little boy shooting his spunk!!! Cum for me!"Mark's mind was reeling. He had not the slightest idea what his mother was talking about but it didn't matter. The sight of her alone was bad enough but her words of encouragement were sending him over the edge."Ohhhhhhhh Shitttttttttttt!!!! Here it is, Mum, here it is! Ohhhhhhh, Mum, Ohhh Fuck Mum!!! "Helen looked down at his cock as it started to jerk violently in his hand. Thick white ropes of spunk rocketed from the end of.