" Mom is still trying to fight the urges driving her. Monique is up in her room fantasizing about me with one of the toys we sell from the store." A p...rojection of the very toy told them what I was referring to. "And either Ryan is totally oblivious to everything going on or is somehow involved." What's the plan then?" Yvonne asked with a look of determination pushing away her various other expressions."I just got off the phone a bit ago with a law firm that handled some kind of legal action. ? No not like this.?Goran chides the men assigned to the rebels ankles, like scolded school children.? Feet too low.Spread him high..?He steps in and pushes the rebels feet higher on either side of the cross then motions for the noose to be wound tight.? Like this good ya ??The mans knees part and his legs splay wide open.Goran reaches for the mallet, but the turncoat executioner bows low and whispers quietly in his ear.Goran nods as the man goes to the table and returns with a stout looking. She could see his hips and ass rising and falling as he pumped that huge cock into her mother."Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" her mother screamed.By now, her mother was squirming and thrashing on the bed, her shapely legs wrapped tightly around the blond janitor's back, and her arms clasped around the back of his neck.Again, her mother cried, "I need you harder! I need that big cock inside my ripe pussy! It's been so long! Give it to me! Give me every inch of that huge cock!"He fucked her as hard as. He was in his boxers and he still had some residual morning wood tenting the front. It didn't escape her attention."I may," he conceded, "but I'm sure you're grown-up enough to manage your own breakfast."She stretched languidly, pushing her boobs out and making the nipple bumps even more obvious. "Um, I'm not really all that hungry. At least not for food, if you get my meaning." She looked pointedly at his tented boxers.There was no doubt about what she wanted, and just for a moment he was.