Ayan: I mean. Yeah, I know that! But, where did you get those pictures?Mona: What do you mean by that?Ayan: I am talking about the naked pictures we e...changed! Well, obviously, we traded images without showing our faces. But still, how did you manage to get the photos ready, with the exact poses I asked for?Mona: You are so dumb, my dear son!Ayan: What?! Why can’t you answer my question for once? Are you trying to say… What? Noooo!Mona: Yes!Ayan: You were the nude person in the nudes being sent. "What do you plan on doing with that," Melody asked, eying my cock nervously."It's your birthday present," I told Melody. "But I need you and your mom to get it ready. So both of you start sucking."Mother and daughter knelt before me. Laura grasped my dick and licked up one side. Melody copied her mom, licking up the other side. My dick hardened. It was so wrong, and hot, watching a mother and daughter slide their wet tongues up my shaft. They both reached the tip, tongues swirling wetly over. As we said back in the day, now we hump! It’s an army term for hiking neck deep in crap while carrying tons of shit on your back. Do you have any ideas yet as to who might want you dead?’ Her next words sounded like she had been thinking, and the look on her pretty face showed a wide range of emotions. ‘It has to be my husband, Ronald. I’ve known for the last three years it was a mistake to marry him, and I finally told him last month I wanted a divorce. He begged me to meet him down here. Christine now bent forward, took off her shoes, dropped them to the ground. Then, getting on her knees and sitting back, she half-turned to him. Unhurriedly at ease, it appeared, Christine reached for the seam of her top and pulled it up and off over her head. When she shook her head to flatten her messed-up hair, her tits jiggled provocatively in the cups of her bra. Christine now grinned. As she reached behind her back to unclasp it, she pursed her lips in an air-kiss in Ben’s direction. And.