When I used to get home my mother wouldn’t even make a cup of tea.”Ken’s mother knew that I didn’t have a father so it must have sounded plaus...ble even though, in fact, my mother was very loving. They had never met so Ken’s mother wouldn’t know. I then continued my little fib.“Why do you think I stayed here so often I used to dream to have such a loving mother.”I knew what I was hoping for and she responded just as I had hoped. “Oh! Poor john. I didn’t realise as you never spoke about it. Have. She just loved everything about the situation.As she came for the fifth time since returning home, Heather’s fingers withdrew, and they just held each other for a few minute.“I didn’t know you were a lesbian...” Amber murmured, and Heather laughed.“I’m not. I’ve got a boyfriend, actually...there was just something about you, something about those clothes. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”“Yeah...” Amber said with a smile.There was another long pause.“So, are you?” Heather asked, and. He fixed his dark eyes on her thin, five-and-a-quarter-inch member while it bounced. Wildly. Moving in circles. “I told you what I was gonna do to you!”“Yes you did!”“I said I was gonna make your little cock leak!”“Oh my god!”“Take every inch, sissy!”“Mmm, Daddy!”“All the way up and down!”“Breed me, Daddy,” begged the ginger vixen. Arvel squeezed the tender flesh of Emily’s creamy H-shaped bum. He thought back to how she had begged him to wear a condom before they started fucking, but only a. The cum tasted like fresh peaches in cream. I stood up and cupped her breast and kissed her with her own juices still wet on my face, fresh. He never eats my pussy, she said. He says its unclean. Seemed pretty clean to me, I said and kissed her and smiled. Cleaner now, she took her tongue and wiped the juice from my chin and neck and shirt and said. Taste like pussy . . . yum. She led me into the bedroom. There she laid out on the big bed, spread eagled, and ready. She looked golden across.