”“Here is is. I put it on the refrigerator before we left. I was afraid it would get knocked off the table.”She stood and reached up to get it, ...hen pulled it down to look at it - as she slowly rolled it over - then back - then back again.“LUCIEN!”“What wrong? It’s not broken is it?”“NO, BUT LOOK AT THIS!”She held it up to the light and showed me something I had never noticed before.“‘LUCIEN MICKEL MARCEAU - 1987’ is engraved on the flute in tiny letters.“In 2001, when we met, he told me his. Mommy's proud!" Carrie moaned as she felt her son's thick, white ropes of cum fill her up. They laid in bed, a sticky, cummy, sweaty mess. Her bubble gum-pink lipstick smeared, her pile of curly hair now a tangled mess, her pussy a sloppy, cum-filled pile of tingling flesh. Chris slid out of her and laid on his back, hoping for some rest. Apparently they weren't done. Carrie straddled her son's head and lowered her beat up pussy on to his lips. She felt his hands wrap around her thighs. .I walkedover on Gtriday Afternoon a warm day and I rankthebell and his son opened the door let me in we went in to the patio I sat down he brougt me a beer and said his Dad was was nt there but should be there soon I was going t leave and said I would come back later,he said stay we have known each other so longwe had a friebship that was like family they almostlivied at my house and i almost lived at there house..so I stayed..He came upbehind me and started to massage my neck and shoulders he. Her soft, dark hair was tousled from the car and her dark brown eyes were filled with desire. Her olive skin was smooth and tanned and her full lips were swollen and pink from kissing. She leaned in and undid his trousers letting them slip to the floor. He was completely naked as his large penis began to slowly rise at the sight before him. Rob unfastened each of the hooks on Jane's stockings and slid the belt up and over her head. Jane shuddered as he fingers brushed over her thighs and she.