Faster and harder he impaled his cock into his boi cunt. Slapping sounds filling the room, mixing with the grunts and groans coming from deep within h...is chest and the moans and whimpers that somehow worked their way out from his Babyboy’s pillow.Then he felt his boy pushing back on his cock. Pushing his sweet, sucking cunt back to meet his plowing cock and he knew that his Babyboy boi cunt was his.He lifted his head up from the pillow, put his hands on his boy’s hips and pulled him harder and. Whenever I opened my eyes to look at mum she was looking at the street and didn’t seem to really be occupied with something else but driving. That glittering seem of unresponsiveness raised my hornyness even more but not as much as the picture of mum’s French nails being wrapped around that shaft of mine. From time to time she forced her nails into my flesh and gave me a little pain that way. But I loved it for sure. The paradox feeling you get when you get a hand job by your own mum in the. " She thumped the butt of her spear as she spoke,drawing Melissa's attention back to the weapon."Is your weapon... Named Lucinda?" Melissa asked, a little taken aback."Is it a sentient weapon, or something?" ...Nope nope. Just a six foot redwood shaft and an iron point. You'llfind fifty like her in the armory - none half as pretty."So far, it had been difficult to read Joanie's emotions; her headmimicked that of an oversized rabbit, after all. When she spoke of herspear, though, her blue eyes. Automatically I opened the third link. Completely relaxed, completely on autopilot, barely recognizing the whisper I saw a questiomnaire. I started to fill out the form, answering question after question, relaxing further and further into a trance, drifting out of consciousness.Hours later I awoke in my bed. My head hurt and it was dark outside. I opened my phone - to find no callers. I looked at the date... It was Sunday night! How long had I been out?? Confused, and quite nervously I.