She was there for my son's birth as well, by then I would have been disappointed if I hadn't seen her. For every important event in my life she was th...re, somewhere, watching and smiling. I even think I sometimes saw her in my day-to-day life. I would catch a glimpse of her in the mall or on the street, but I could never really be sure it was really her.+++ "He's flatlining!" The anesthesiologist cried out. Sylvia froze, one hand still partially in the young man's abdomen. "Oh no you don't!. .oh god, please no...not that. Emma got up off the floor and with both hands?pulled down her dirty grey thong to the floor and?kicked the thing away from her feet, with the left hand?she pulled up her?mini skirt and with her right hand licked her fingers and started to rub her clit in front of John, Emma started to get really horny, she felt her fingers start to tease her pussy lips and her fingers entered her pussy, she had never felt so horny?and wet in her life. All Emma could think about. She pulls his hands above his head to further pin him down as she slowly rubs against him. The sensation causing her to groan as her thick cock slides along the crevice of his vulnerable ass cheeks. Humping her sweet baby boy.Leaning down, she kisses his neck softly before whispering into his ear, “Hi, sweetheart,” she says softly, “mommy missed her baby boy...” she grinds her cock against his ass before continuing, “ ... and his cute little ass-pussy too. You know if you present yourself like. The young teacher could see the dark red colour which had become evident as Peter Mitchell’s bottom became increasingly bruised and sore.“Are we crying yet, Peter?” Miss Mulligan asked soothingly.“No Rebecca.” Peter had tears in his eyes, but he was determined not to cause a fuss.Rebecca smiled and stroked Peter’s shaven head with the bristles of the brush.“Well, Miss Rebecca needs to change that, doesn’t she?” The Head of Music raised the brush once more and out of Peter’s view aimed for the.