It just happened. I never wanted to hurt you. It was just golf, nothing personal." Are you drunk? Did you and your old buddies light up a little weed,... Stan?" Brandy asked. "You sound like you've lost your mind. I'm too tired to discuss your selfish, hateful actions tonight. You can sleep in one of the kids' rooms. I don't want you to touch me, or even talk to me for awhile." No problem, Darling. I'll be as quiet as a mouse," I promised.Brandy stared at me like I was some kind of bug she had. I could feel her silky pantyhose legs on my back and my own pantyhose-sheathed thighs; I pulled my throbbing cock all the way out of my mother and then I thrust deeply, once, twice, three times. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried out in passion.“Oh! Oh! Oh!” my mother cried each time that I plunged my cock deep inside her, she grunted with the force of my thrusts. On the final thrust I pushed my cock in as far it would go and my scrotum nestled on her pantyhose clad buttocks.I ejaculated deep inside my. “Now, you don’t really want to move from that position, do you?” Riddick’s tone was smooth and inviting and held no discernible threat. “You both looked like you were having so much fun I wanted to join you.” The women had been caught completely off guard. They looked at each other, their eyes wide. Riddick felt that they were no threat to him. He carefully reduced his weight on the blonde’s back, allowing her to sit up and relieve the pressure on her friend. Riddick sank down on his haunches,. "If what is happening what I think is happening, then yes. Your clotheswill change a little more dramatically than you had anticipated," thelittle man answered cryptically still studying Jack intently."What do you mean by that?" Jack asked but was distracted by hisreflection as he came up to the mirror. "Hey, get a look at me. I think Iam becoming an Arab. My eyes were never brown before, my skin tone isdefinitely darker, and my hair is turning jet black. Kind of long though.It looks like I'll.