It was more intense than last year. The ‘seventeen’ lined up in the middle of the room, erections bulging in their jeans. You could see them strai...ning against the fabric. Wow! Such a turn-on. I recognised most of the men but not all. That was good. I like variety.While our men were lining up, Saskia, the slut, flashed her boobs. Now, technically, that’s action before midnight so it’s cheating. No-one minded. They lapped it up and I reckon it made our job easier. Seventeen trussed-up trouser. Just like that she went to the bathroom as I know where this is now,she was in there for what seemed like a while,when she came out, all she was wearing was her white panty,Yes I saw everything.or as much as I could see looking through a shade,I was so quiet and didn't move a bit. This time I didn't move to the other edge of the window,I just sat there as quiet as I could and watched her.as she was standing in front of the mirror,not sure what she was doing,just staring into the mirror as I was. Several covers to keep the heads of the dongs warm were included with the product. Little Santa hats came with the X-Mas edition.Margaret had fretted considerably about the appropriate color of the toe dongs, finally concluding it definitely had to be green. Yes, she laughed, the MissileToe looked like mistletoe. But what she liked most had to be the squirting. The big toe ejaculated a thick, sticky protein drink mix. The chemist, per Margaret's specifications, created the substance to be as. "Oh, my, honey- you should want a girl more your age. Not your mom. And you shouldn't say things like that to me." Why not?" I asked. "It's the truth. And why should I want one of them? They have no minds, no curves, they just try to be who they think they should be instead of who they are, like you. And they aren't you, mom. I only want- only need- you." But it's wrong," she whispered, resolve wavering in the face of my obvious desire."You keep saying that, mom, but just saying it won't make.
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