Yet, Doug was attracted to that part of her more than any other. I've read description after description, how and when, about fucking his mothers ass.... The thing was, he had written in the margins how much she enjoyed it, sometimes begged for it - his tongue, finger and especially his cock. He explained that his mom often wild when he was inside that part of her and he guessed that she loved it more than he did.Perhaps it was a fetish, but my son seemed to enjoy viewing his mother with his. The funeral is on Saturday.”“What the fuck? You couldn’t say it any nicer?”“You don’t need to be an asshole either. You haven’t exactly given me any incentive to treat you with any kind of respect.”“I am your elder. You owe me respect.”“Whatever respect you were owed, you destroyed by being a fucking dick. Besides, only an arrogant tyrant demands respect. A real man earns it, which you have not. Now shut the fuck up so I can tell you to phone your sister. There is no way I am talking to that. I just wanted to get it said, that’s all. I think that in terms of numbers, most people die in the home, slipping in the bathtub and stuff.’ Emmy nodded, ‘I kind of thought that all out, Quinton. I still want to go.’ He nodded and sat down on one of the seats, reaching for the thermos as Emmy walked over and sat on his leg to put her arm around him, ‘Wanted: Young, skinny, wiry fellows not over eighteen. Must be expert riders, willing to risk death daily. Orphans preferred.’ ‘What the hell is. “Makes me so wet when I see you out working, your muscles flexing beneath your tan skin.”“Your body gleaming with sweat,” moaned Pyrriah. “I have to go rub my coochie every time.”Delight thrilled through me. “I had no idea.”“You're handsome, brother.” Layla cooed. “That's why we have to do things with you.”“Like suck my cock,” I said, grinning. We reached the clearing. “I want that. On your knees and suck my cock.”“Yes!” Pyrriah moaned. She sounded excited that I had given her an order. She.