I title it "In tribute to Mistress Bellatrix" I can't help but feel somewhat anxious at the possible comments I will now get in response. It's at this... point I realize I have unread messages and curiously I look through them admittedly I had no real interest in responding but my heart fills with excitement when I see I have a message from Mistress Bellatrix. I immediately open it and read over her words with bated breath. "I must say Slut I was very pleased with your performance and as long as. I looked over, and I thought I could see the whites of his eyes, but he was not moving, after a few minutes I started stoking my dick again, watching his every move, staring at his eyes, still trying to figure out if they were open or closed. I noticed him get a hard on, and this time it was sticking strait up, through the hole in the front of his boxers. I wispered to him so see if he was awake, and got no reply, so I figured he was sleeping still. His cock still throbing, I could not take my. " Mom's tits are big but these... You are such a beautiful woman Gran, I can already feel my cock harden by just softly touching them and looking at you." It feels good when you touch me... My nipples are already so hard, it has been such a long time since I last did something naughty like this..." Now that you mention it... I've never seen you with another man after... after Grandpa passed away." That's because I haven't Chip, I did try to date and all that silly stuff... But nobody came close. Johnson. I don't think we took a single hit other than to Blake's car and Mr. Johnson didn't even slow down or seem to pay any attention to what was going on. The only problem that I saw with his continuing on was that we were not able to strip the Go-gangers of anything of value that they had. We are all avaricious by nature. Even beat up as they would now be those Hogs would have brought in a few thousand nuyen and the weapons and armor they were wearing would have helped us also. Now they.