This is all your fault, and it's not a joke. You march your little butt up to your room and find that chat room!" "Aw Mom," protested Mark."Go!" yelle... Maggie.Mark stomped up the stairs, leaving Maggie and Melody alone. The fact that Mark was in trouble made Melody giggle uncontrollably. "You wait here, Babydoll. I'm going to upstairs to get my purse. We'll go out on a shopping spree, and you'll see that being a girl can be fun." **********Once upstairs, Maggie carefully closed the door to the. ” She stood up and came over to his chair, stepping up into its softness with a foot on either side of his body. Suddenly his view was a gray patch of pubic hairs, neatly shaved in the shape of a heart. Her hands slid lightly into the hair on the sides of his head and prompted him forward. “I’d so love for you to explore this for a little bit, if you wouldn’t mind?” she asked. A faint but sweet smell of perfume, something feminine filled his nostrils as her hands guided his face into her. Stopping at page 17 to read a little paragraph tucked into the corner. The biggest private collection of Van Gogh paintings are to be auctioned at Christies of London. That would be a nice payday for someone he thought. No good for me though. Precious stones, paintings and other material things are too hard to shift. Too many people have to be involved, from handlers to sellers and buyers, it would take too long. The longer you hold on to the goods the chances of being picked up increases. You reach between your legs and furiously rub your twat as I feel my testes lift with their oncoming offering. Then I can't help but see your ass puckering in the dim light. I pull my hard member from your folds and, lubricated with our juices, shove my aching pole into your anus. It's so tight and at first my erection won't go in, but after a few shallow thrusts your back door relaxes enough to take my length. With a grunt, you cum again as I drive myself up your poopchute. I'm almost there,.