Before she could right herself, the next surge came, only making it to her eye, forehead, and hair. She barely closed her eyes in time."Eew!" she shri...eked. Frantically she tried to buck him off, but he almost weighed more than she did and was holding on in doggy-bliss. By the time she got him off and onto her feet he had finished. "Omigodd omigodd omigodd" she squealed, wiping once at the canine cum on her face. Some got on her hand and she stopped, looking around for a towel.Of course none. “His birth name was Timour, born 1941 in a village outside Kansk. When his parents died of fever and starvation during the terrible winter of 1942, he was placed in an orphanage for two years before he was adopted by Vitaly and Regina Nikolayevich. He doesn’t remember very much about his birth parents, but his adopted parents believe him to be off somewhere, serving in the Soviet Army,” Anna told Lord Braselton.Stepan Vladimir Nikolayevich was having a difficult time believing what he was. But I said you were my only man in the world". Then she hugged me. I felt the softness of her boobs pressing to my naked chest. I was just wearing shorts. I got an erection and thought "I have to make it happen. This is it" Mom", i said holding her arms. "I'm not living your life for you" What you mean", she asked. "You wouldn't mind? He's a k**. A 22-23 year old k**. I don't really think he's being serious. I'm a old women". Now she sounded sad. Like she got out of a dream.Before I tried to. I would need to be able to see you, so I knew I was safe. In fact, I would prefer it if you were there for all of my fantasies. The thought of you being there, seeing it, seeing me be a slut, a dirty slut, makes me even wetter. Oh, God... be right back. Okay. All I know is, when I fuck myself, it is usually one or more of these fantasies that I have. As you know, I love to cum, baby. I just love it. And when the thought of these scenarios passes through my mind, I cum so hard. Asking you to.