While she was sleeping her moaning had become more frequent, so I had to stop. This was it, I thought as I withdrew my fingers and lined myself betwee...n my mother's legs. I rested my cock right at the entrance of my mother’s pussy before kissing her forehead and ramming home into my mum's pussy and as soon as I did, I felt the vice, like grip on my mum’ pussy against my cock as I felt myself straight out stretching my own mother's pussy with my own cock..A tiny little bit of guilt crept into my. "His first permanent wave at age six, his little head so cute in perm rods,and no complaining about the smell of solution. Nail polish regularly.Entering his first beauty pageant at age seven, looking so adorable in hiscompetition gowns, his little face beautiful in his makeup. Never acomplaint about figure training when I had put him into his first pantygirdle for the pageant. In his portrait he looks like a little angel in apretty pink dress, pink tights, black Mary-Jane shoes, hair. " But just before that," said Millie, "where it says be fruitful and multiply ... that might be what Dusty was talking about." How can eatin' fruit have anything to do with sex?" asked Boots, doubtfully."It means to have lots of children. You have to have sex to have children." That's what Jasper wanted, but I wouldn't let him."There was another hour long argument about whether or not a woman could just "decide" whether or not to have a baby. In the end, Millie learned that the first time Boots. I raked my fingernails down his chest lightly. He moaned, and I smirked. He kissed me again, this time more deeply. His hand traveled down to the waistband of my panties and I whimpered in anticipation, my thighs quivering. He slid his hand inside my underwear, his finger brushing my clit as he ran his finger up and down my slick ravine.I moaned louder, scratching his shoulders, which in turn, enticed a moan from him. He slid one finger inside me, his lips crashing down on mine once more. He.