Despite Amara’s assurances and the evidence to the contrary, I almost expected my mom to stop and ask who she was. I didn’t need to worry. She did...’t skip a beat at seeing the two of us curled up together.“Hey, you two. How was work?” she directed that last part at me.“Fine, busy,” I replied, slightly wary.If there was any awkwardness about her hand grabbing my dick earlier, she wasn’t showing it. Maybe moms are just used to that sort of thing. She raised me, after all. True, I’m significantly. Your fingers are fiddling round my crotch. I realise you have found my jeans zip. You wouldn’t, would you? You would. I realise you have slowly pulled down the zip. I whisper your name, fearful yet not wanting you to stop. Your hand pressed against the opening, fingers slip inside, now sliding against the thin silky covering of my little cotton panties. You can feel every detail of my plump little mound, stroking it gently. Moulding it, squeezing it. I feel a tingling in my pussy; know I. "Well, my pretty," she imitated MargaretHamilton as The Wicked Witch Of The West in 'The Wizard Of Oz,' "letsget you all ready." She produced a tool from her arsenal of hair dryersand other paraphernalia. "This is a flat iron and it's your new bestfriend. Every morning, before you leave the house, from now until theshow closes, you need to spend a few minutes ironing it flat withthis."The machine had two arms that joined at the base and a cord running outfrom that, resembling a pair of . But Yana said nothing and continued to stare into the void."Praises be to glorious Comrade Lenin!" Batschka murmured as he clapped a hand to his forehead and paced back and forth with wide-eyed worry. "Is serious problem this time that glorious Comrade Director has assigned my little love chancre."Batschka stopped pacing and removed her imported shoes, made in the thermoplastic district of Belgrade, and rolled her domestic stockings, made in the nylon district of Chernobyl, down curved thighs.
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