“Please mommy, can I spill my sperm on your nylons?”“The dirty sperm, from your tiny pee-pee, you mean, Peter?”I blushed, but continued my imp...ossibly arousing, degrading, exciting thrusting. “Please mommy, can I spill the dirty sperm from my tiny pee-pee on your sexy nylons?”“I would love you to Peter, as long as you wash them afterwards.”In no time at all, I was spurting my goo over her fabulous legs. I slumped over her lap. Satisfied, exhausted and ashamed.Caroline stroked my hair and. James, I came here to ask you tobreak your promise. Don't let your Mom off the hook tonight. She told meabout your monster cock. That's just what she needs to get her nose out ofthe air, but one night isn't enough. And, okay I'll be honest with you. Ididn't get what I wanted out of John's little scheme. Those picturesweren't the real things. They were just poses. My sister makes me hot. From what she told me she makes you hot too. James, I love making it witha woman and I want your. "She did not need asking twice. Considering she was supposedly drunk, it took her only seconds to call, telling her Mum what I had told her. She handed me the phone."Mum wants to talk to you," she told me.I took the phone nervously. "Hello, Mrs Wells?" I asked, "this is Jenny's friend, Marie. She is not very well, and I feel it would be safer her staying over with me, rather than trying to get home by taxi. You hear so many horror stories nowadays."I listened, relieved that the mother seemed to. Because even the lowliest of creatures that we pity and despise all the same can rise up together and strike out in their fit of anger. And so was similar to the Seraph, whose mighty angelic glory amazed the simple minds of Man and gave new feelings of power with the presence of such a being stronger than themselves. Those in the heavens saw this new founded spirit from the simple race of Man and sought to save themselves for what surely was to come. The Seraph was captured and condemn to the.