Thanks for letting me come."She's Anne's height, quite slim, really short black hair that curls, doesn't kink, and blue eyes. Small breasts and waist,... long torso. Cute buns. Very pretty oval face, white skin, strong arched eyebrows.Naturally, the first thing that caught her eye was the group of pictures on the wall. She looked at them carefully, missed nothing."Tom told me these were good. I don't know Will Spector, but I can see they are better than good, at least as far as I can tell. I. Brittany’s shirt clung to her abdomen like a second skin, outlining the contours of her shoulder blades.Vince looked at the clock beside Brittany’s bed, the digits glowing red on her face. It read 11:59. Vince leaned over, the hilt of a hunting knife glinting in the moonlight, and grabbed a handful of Brittany’s hair and yanked, dragging her out from under the safety of her sheet.The girl went crashing face-first to the carpet. Vince pounced, dropping his knee against her spine. A. “Hi kids, anxious to leave I see.”“Hi Mrs. Stevens,” Stephanie said finally breaking the kiss.“Hi Mrs. S, yea were getting the shopping outta the way early,” Chris followed.“Get it out the way? Oh no, they’re not stopping until they’ve gone through every possible outfit!”“You’re not for real, are you Mrs. S? Girls don’t really shop that much.”“You’re in for a rude awakening today boys, these girls are gonna run you ragged, and then some! I hope you have enough cash because this is gonna be an. I shuddered, fucking so hard into the MILF. The pleasure rippled through me, driving me to pound her hard.I loved creating mommy sluts and spreading incest.“Shit, shit, shit!” I panted, ramming into the married MILF, listening to the sound of her tongue lapping through her daughter’s juicy snatch. “Make that whore cum on your face, Mrs. Saunders. Drown in your daughter’s cream!”“Yes!” the girl gasped, her hands grasping her mother’s black hair. She ground her cunt hard on her mother’s hungry.