You need to check the e-mail that Bryce Pierre just sent out. Actually, now it appears there’s more than one. Hold on, let me read this new one.’ ...hile Morris read the new e-mail, Folsom went to his laptop on the desk in the bedroom and logged into his own e-mail account. Kimberly came out of the bathroom with a damp washcloth and began to silently clean the remnants of their sex from him as he read the messages. ‘You don’t have any idea who this Amanda Wallace is?’ asked Folsom. Kimberly. Slowly and carefully she opened each cabinet drawers, looking for something, anything that could help her. She found nothing.“Hurry up” He called threw the door. She replied, “ I need some clothes” he had sent her in without any. He laughed a deep laugh before telling her to get out. With a nervous breath, she did as she was told. He led her to the kitchen table. Except he had dragged it out into the living room and cleared the space around it. Isabella stood next to the table, where the couch. She licked out the pre-cum that appeared at the tip squeezing more of it out by pressing her fingers under my throbbing cock.I told her how much I wanted her to be mine and she said, "I am for you baby, for my sweet Chris...momma's pussy is only for you baby...I'm your lover, your momma, I'm your pussy."I was raging hard and wanted to be inside her. I directed my mother to her hands and knees and approached her from behind. I pointed my cock at her pussy and her willing folds slid open to. He was wearing wranglers and walked into his room and immediately took off his shirt. (He asked that I wait until he was close to the closet cause he liked to strip tease and flex before her was jumped) so he puts on his strip show comes turns on the lamp by the bed then walks over and turns off the wall night walks up next to the closet with his back facing me wearing only his sweaty briefs reaching up stretching and yawning I fly out the closet. Wrap my around his neck and cover his mouth.