As Chris pushed his tongue into his mother's swollen vagina, he wondered how this was punishment. With enthusiasm he began to eat her. He sucked her i...nner lips into his mouth and heard his mother gasp. He lifted her legs and pushed them back, giving him free access to her now pulsing hole. His tongue went in deeply, searching for the pool of sweet juice that he loved so much. "Chris, Chris, Chris," Allison gasped, grabbing his head and pulling it to her crotch. When she felt his mouth slip. There was something about the eyes I thought, and the lips, full and ripe. “and if you could give the back windows a going over I’d be grateful. The last chap forgot I’m afraid.” I nodded. The last chap indeed! I stomped round the house and set up my gear. “come on Si” I muttered darkly to myself “there’s a good chap. Whistle while you work, service with a smile… stuck up bitch.” I sloshed soapy water and rinsed, moving across all the lower windows before climbing my ladder to start the upper. " Yolanda clicked out the browser.Turning her chair, Yolanda's eyes locked onto Sasha's aroused t-girl cock. It'd only been four months since they 'worked' together, but her dick looked more magnificent. Her cock curved at a delectable 9½ inches, same as Yolanda's, and was impressively thick.Yolanda fucked women for pleasure or paycheck. When she dealt with dick that wasn't her own—she had eyes only for Sasha's masterpiece—if the numerals were correct. And it was correct enough to coax her out. The RCMP station in town had way more weapons than they were supposed to have and they were not as secure as they were supposed to be. They had 20 FN C1A1s alone. Those were the assault weapons that the Canadian military used at the time and not a police weapon. It fired a 7.62mm full metal jacket and was great for destroying brick walls. Then there was the C8 Carbines, MP5A3 SMGs, Winchester Model 70 sniper rifles and Smith and Weston 5946 pistols. The funny thing was, I don’t remember seeing.