Hillary’s breathing changed slightly, as she began panting, “Yes – yes – yes – yes,” and I knew she was going to cum; pushing the rubber c...ock all the way into me, frantically grinding her crotch against me, and gripping my hips so hard they’d be bruised for days.And then, with the slightest squeak, she stopped; her breathing changed, and she began the slow post-orgasmic process of regaining her composure.My own groaning changed too, my arse was so full, I was utterly desperate, and just needed. Im a dirty slut, really dirty.I wanna be fucked by daddies who can shoot a blast of hot, thick, milky cum. And the older the daddy is, the hornier I become.One day, I decided to go to a church to confess about my horny deeds. I approached the priest and we talked for a liuttle while. While we were talking, I noticed his holiness, as though he was the holiest priest I've ever known.Then we went to the confession area and started the confession. I started telling him about the naughty deeds I've. Mikey did some math in her head and realized that some time had gone by and that she was three days late for her period to start. Now that would be odd now wouldn’t it, Mikey thought with a smile coming across her face.George Boy heard his Moms Car pull into the driveway; he saw his worse for wear Mom step out of the car lock the car and come towards the house. George Boy opened the door to greet his mother with a big hug. Ann hugged him back and then let him go.George where is Nancy?Nancy is. I couldn't believe I was making such good money. I was sending most of it home and Mom was saving it for me.She was an accountant and made sure my money was safe. I didn't need much to live on. I rented a trailer and drove a low-end leased vehicle. It seems funny when I look back and see I was pretty much a kept man. By that I mean that every product I promoted I had to use.My clothes were pretty much paid for as well as all the cologne's and other items I advertised. My meals were usually.