They may be small, but they were fucking nice!Perhaps because of their subconscious desire to touch Mom's breasts, my hands dipped lower on their next...pass down Mom's cheeks, below her jaw line, to stroke and massage her neck and throat, an action that pulled her tighter against my bulging jeans. I didn't realize I was doing it until Mom spoke. "Oh, that feels really nice," she purred. "I like that." Mom arched her neck, pushing her head back and stretching her nightgown until her tits looked. The two hands continued withtheir task at hand with now drying him. Andy seeing this started tolaugh knowing that this was only the start of what the machine was goingto do. The hands began to rub some sweet smelling lotion all overScott's body. The two hands grabbed Scott's wrists and raised his armsup high in the air, and then four more hands extended down from aboveScott. Two of the hands were holding a hot pink corset with white laceon it, which they began to rap around Scott, while the two. Hoping and straining to hold on until she was done, he slowed his thrusts. Only after her muscles relaxed their hold of his cock, did he finally feel he could relax and release. He pulled back to free himself and grabbed his own cock just before shooting the first stream across her body and over her breast. The rest, exploded out, leaving trails across her belly. Miki had done it, fucked Jaden, felt how great sex was and came like she had never cum before. But she suddenly realized that Jaden. This work-in-progress story is a prequel to Seven Years a Woman byHolly Sharp.December 9, 198911:37pmA car pulls up alongside the curb in a dead quiet street, under a starrysky. The window of the car rolls down a crack, revealing the face of theman inside. It's an older man in his late fifties. He's wearing darksunglasses, despite the darkness, and a jumper with the hood pulled rightup over his head. He is hunched down slightly, trying to keep a lowprofile. He takes off his glasses and looks.