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Ever so gently she used her left hand to play with them, rolling them between her fingers. There the part time night performer/bartender jumped successfully on to the platform leading to the next challenge. She just needed some fresh clothes, a little deodorant pussy and maybe if she used enough perfume, she could cover up the distinct smell tit fuck of sex till it just naturally went away, and Jesus, fuck, her hair! Meaning, Sister Mary Magdalen, of course. “Yeah.” she simply replied, avoiding with eye contact and brushing her hair out of her face. “It was my fault” I start. I didn’t know how I’d gotten her pressed against the mirror, my trembling fingers tearing busty her white turtle neck from her body, her fumbling hands struggling with my belt as our lips smeared spit and lipstick across our devouring mouths. She then burrowed her face deep in his chest and started kissing him. I was absolutely posing sure she was not smiling at her husband. I sighed and scratched the back of my head, the universal tit fuck sign for ‘I’m too proud to say ‘yes mom do that,’ with and too much of a freeloading pansy to say no and make it myself.’ Mom got out pussy of her chair, took posing her headset off, and started walking to the kitchen with me in tow. “Aren’t you still working?” I asked. “I’m on break.” she answered. “Does a grilled cheese sound nice?” “Sounds fucking perfect.” I answered bluntly, then covered my mouth. “Sorry.” Mom wasn’t mad. She just had a surprised look with a hint of humor, the kind of face one makes when they say ‘Oh really?’ busty “Someone in this household sure is growing up.” “Yeah?” I asked, plopping down on the couch.
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