Her strawberry blonde hair and few freckles added to her country charm accent. Her head sunk into her hand smiling as she giggled at the television sh...ow. The ‘beep’ of the microwave had me turn back around and I’m not real sure what happen there. I woke up on the floor with a sharp pain in my lower right stomach. I was doubled over holding my tummy as if that was really gonna make it better, but its instinctive. ‘Are you all right? Where does it hurt?’ Gwen was questioning me as to what was. “First off, all concerns about friendship are out the window because this boils down to whether we end up in the punishment room, or they do. It’s a simple as that. Second, I thought Sue was a lousy dancer, wooden as a fence post with very little movement and rhythm. Now, although I think a far better dancer that her, I think we should toss that idea out the window, because you got an advantage that’ll blow them all away. Just concentrate on what you love and know best, which is your floor. “Ohhh, bang me hard, Bob!” Marla urged, twisting and grinding her crotch for her son. “Pound my pussy! Ohhh, yes, pound Mother’s cunt with your sweet, hard cock!”Bob rammed his cock in and out, gasping with rapture, feeling his mother’s hairy cunt clutch his prick tightly, her hairy cuntlips squeezing and sucking at him. His balls smashed against her grinding, fiery ass, making Marla sob with sensation.“Ooooh, I love it!” Marla wailed, drawing her knees back. “I love it so much! Fuck Mother!. And from what I can see, she is kind of willowy, while you have the curves of a Playboy playmate."The high priestess kissed him. "You're so sweet. But before I became a priestess my figure looked just like that woman on the card. It wasn't until I became one of the goddess's servants did I get these curves."The likeness is startling, isn't it? When I first looked at this card, I saw a mirrored surface, reflecting my face. When I looked again, I saw the artwork, and again saw myself." What does.