It read, “Bruce’s Cum Whore Forever,” and she giggled when she sensed that I noticed it. Clearly, my ex-girlfriend was tired of being my ex and ...he was determined to get me back into the saddle to ride her. When did she get that ink, anyway? I naturally wondered what, if any, tattoos would end up as part of Karen’s “tramp stamp,” whereas I had a choice to make about Mom’s. “Slave” would probably suffice, though I could be more creative than that if I wished.The freckles on Karen’s buttocks. "Jason's cock was straining the material of his shorts just as Terence's was doing. The young man, a carbon copy of his father in both looks and physique, didn't need any further invitation for one of his mother's astounding blowjobs and he reached inside the right leg of his shorts and fished out his mouth-watering hard-on before it was able to burst through of its own free will and ruin a perfectly good pair of shorts.His father whistled the pride of a proud father as his eyes took in the. “what are you doing?” she asked me. “Taking you to bath, what else?” I replied. She smiled a happy smile after so long then. She wouldn’t be able to bath on her own so I had to help her but that was certainly going to be a problem. My mother may have been in her thirties but she was a looker. With beautiful flaxen blonde hair, voluptuous boobs, a slim waist line and round ass she could have been the perfect MILF model. On the other hand, I was a hormonal teenager, I certainly was going to have. I went straight away and got myself a stiff drink; I needed it to calm my nerves. The bartender told me all my drinks would be free. So I took him up on the offer and had two shots of whiskey. The drinks did calm me down but I forgot to sit lady like on the bar stool. I was getting all kinds of praise from the guys and ladies that I started to feel like I belonged. Before long I was whisked off to what looked like a night club. By this point I was feeling good as I entered to the club and.