My heart ached. “No covering the goods,” Lana said, shaking her head as I dropped my bra on the floor. XXX My eyes felt like grit. And mom’s such a heavy sleeper. Even in the dark living room, I could tell how beautiful she was, her tanned face flawless, ripened into the epitome of womanly beauty, her blonde hair spilling in a tousled mess about her face, her large breasts straining against her loosely tied about her waist. Her hand squeezed on my throbbing cock. That’s not funny. And then Mrs. Teller!” I moaned, my cum pumping into her hungry mouth. You’re not a freak.
