The aroma was hot and spicy and it was the perfect prescription for the icy day. Tony stirred and tasted his chili, and put the lid back on the pot to...let it simmer a bit longer. He walked over to the counter where I was working, leaned in, smiled, and inquired, “Tahari, I always see you working so hard. What do you like to do to relax?” Well Tony, I like to masturbate, fuck, and be fucked. That’s what I wanted to say. But, I said, “Oh I enjoy reading novels and watching movies. What do you do. A man in a cowboy hat hooted, rocking up and down as if he were riding a bucking bronco, one fist clenched on his prick.As his cum squirted out, he snatched his Stetson off and waved it triumphantly above his head. A farmer wearing bibbed denim overalls bent over his cock as if he were plowing a furrow with his prick--and then fertilizing that furrow with his seminal seed. A lean, wiry veteran wearing faded battle dress unleashed a barrage from his hand-held howitzer, his jism looping through a. Slowly climbing the steps of the dais her heart beat faster as the fulfillment of her wildest dreams was about to occur. Stopping exactly where she was supposed to, Princess Eleni slowly turned, allowing the two acolytes sufficient time to step around, keeping the train of her dress straight. She looked down and smiled at Moina, who was in the front row with a smile a league wide."Assembled guests, members of the Holy Orders, friends, country women, and nobles from distant lands, I bid you. Shames of doing ‘dirty’ things with own son at dawn is killing me inside. Like a fish I turned down & I tried to flee. I drift in bed. But my son’s strong hands grabbed my both ankle and twisted me. I whirled in bed. He pulled me in his lap. I fly like a pigeon in my son’s lap.I gave him a hard SLAP. Without blinking my baby returned MORE HARD SLAP on my cheek. I was hurt both physically and mentally. My cheek reddened with my son’s hard slap. But mother inside me cried thinking such a hard.