"Gross, cut it out man. I think you may have gotten confused in thedark. I'm a guy, and I don't swing that way." For a moment, the noisessounded like ...a chuckle, but he didn't stop, instead the tongue slidacross my face and into the other ear. At the same time I felt a hand onmy chest, rubbing the pink velveteen fabric of my outfit, but my armswere still being held in place. I began to panic."Look, whoever you are, please stop this. I am a guy." My fears weregrowing, fast, and through the panic. .. but i am glad, because more i am in stupid situation, more the fat Mohamed is exited...i decide to increase his pleasure to dance whith open leg with pussy large open by my hands and stick out maximum my tongue...effect is immediat Mohamed take me in this arm and kiss me very long time with this tongue, my mouth is open maximum and i feel his fat tongue bottom my throat very long time, Mohamed is very strong and he is unable to mouve for me, and i am entire slave of this desire, after long. “Mom...” I began, but her finger went to my mouth in a silent shush.“Can you do me again?” she said with a girlish giggle.“I guess,” I replied without really knowing.“You can? You really can?”I laughed and said, “What would you like me to do?”Her eyes went wide at my words. To be honest, she scared the hell out of me right then, but she replied, slowly and clearly: “Leave your mark on my body. Beat my buttocks and my breasts. Pull my hair. I want bruises on my skin. Bite marks, welts, hickeys,. Young." I know!" she said as she walked in, a friendly smile on her face. "We've really got our hands full with this one, don't we? Hi Sweetie!"Mrs. Young smiled and winked at her daughter."Hi, Mom," Taylor replied. "Kristi was just hanging out." That's fine, of course. But Taylor, you're not being too clingy, are you? Kristi probably has other things to be doing. I can tell sometimes that she wishes she had a big sister, Kristi." No, she's not at that way at all, Mrs. Young. We're having a.