Several of my guy friends have commented that they would love to fuck my mom. My sister, Kara, and I are twins but Kara bleaches her hair and I have d...rk hair like mom. We both are small framed like mom, we look just like mom and have been told we all look like sisters which I thought was pretty good since mom was forty five and Kara and I were only eighteen. A few towns back we had all went to a spa and had full make over that included a bikini wax. Kara had her snatch trimed to a racing. Mark got on his knees and put his dick in my mouth. He cupped my breasts as he pushed it in, me holding my breath and fighting my reflex to gag as he slid it down my throat. I could feel it putting pressure in my neck as he softly humped it in and out of my throat. I started to gag and he pulled it out as the frat stared with their jaws dropped. When he pulled it out, they applauded and told Mark how lucky he is. "Fuck her already!" one guy yelled. Mark picked me up and put me on my knees on. "And as it turns out, 1847 was the last year it was updated. It could probably use a re-write, if you ask me, because some of the punishments it sets outare pretty brutal - almost medieval. So listen up, because this is the part that concerns you."Hermione made a show of casually flipping through the text, pretending to look for the applicable section even though she'd marked it the night before. Her 'search' was punctuated with 'hmmms' and 'where is it now' and similar comments."Ah - here it. .. and then she’d found herself sprinting on her pretty platform high heels right back to the ladies’ room, barely making it to one of the toilets there before tossing her cookies in a glorious, splatastic mess. And then she’d done the same as she’d gotten to the airport, christening one of their bathrooms with vomit ... and once more for good measure after she’d gotten on the plane, after it’d taken off, right into one of those plain white bags they gave passengers for air sickness. And boy oh.