. sleepy little boy."Robert knew something was wrong. Why was this strange woman talking to him like a child? Why was he so drowsy? But the thoughts w...re jumbled and lost in the wonderful sensation of her breast in his mouth, her hand on his cock."Yes, my breasts makes my little boy sooooo sleepy don't they Bobby. Bobby wants to go beddie bye with me don't you sweetie? Cuddle up in my arms and sleeeeeeep. And I'm going to let you, let you go sleepy sleepy with me, Bobby. But you're not just a. 'see, your body wants me already' you smirk. I hold back a moan as my body responds to your touch.I silently shake my head not sure what else to do now. Then you grab my hand walking back to the end of the hallway. Opening a door with the sign "office" on it you pushes me into the room. Turning around while closing the door quickly you push me up against the wall again. Your body hard against mine you speak in a low voice 'told you not to tempt me woman'. I gasp, opening my mouth to answer you,. Then, she'd stop and cum some more. The second time she started moving again, I was ready for it, and managed to get a second finger forced up to join with the other one.After that it was a non-stop litany of swearing and obscene imprecations, the goal of which seemed to be to try to motivate me to attempt impossible feats of fornication with her. What she was asking for, pleading for was impossible for one man to give to her. She must have thought I was some kind of a double dicked goat or. “Did you enjoy momma’s video?” She crooned between mouthfuls of bacon, wiggling her thick milk-white thighs against my face as I moaned in the affirmative. “I thought you would. You’ve always been such a pathetic little momma’s boy. Now open wide, I need to piss.” This was one of the unanticipated upsides of the special chairs we’d had built – rarely, if ever, did the three divine goddesses in the family have to use the toilet for something so.