Dam these pastries look divine. Smell heavenly. Fruit is fresh. Ripe. Firm. Like something else I know of.Amelia enters the room and sets the coffee d...own. A kiss from her and she sits.“Why the classical music! Are you into that?”“Not really. But wanted some noise. It was too quiet with you gone.”“Awww. My poor baby. Do not understand my language. You are last!”She finally gets it! I’m a lost puppy.“What was with that comment before? Mother? You are old enough to be my father!”“Amelia, it is a. Michelle screamed from such an abusive treatment. "I give you permission to cry white boy," Garry cruelly mocking Kyle. Kyle started weeping and tears coming out of his eyes. He cried that his mom was being fucked. He cried that he was made to fuck his own mom and that she was made to behave like his dog earlier on. Things were going to get worse tomorrow. Tonight he was watching Garry's fat body on top of his mom's pale skinny Russian body, pinning down on the bed. THE NEXT DAY"K mom. I will. " Really? So am I."They walked into the kitchen where Krissi stopped to get a glass of water. "I blew a guy a few minutes ago," she said. "And cum always makes me thirsty." It must be the salty taste that does that," Devlin said. "If I've swallowed a lot I'll get thirsty, too." She poured herself a glass of water and picked at some of the food in the buffet spread out on the kitchen counter. "I didn't have anything to eat since early afternoon." Looks good." Krissi took a slice of melon and a. Groaning, I pleaded him with my eyes and the arch of my body. ‘You,’ I whined, tears nearly springing to my eyes. I had never wanted sex more in my life, and I had never been more turned on. He shook his head playfully. ‘You know what I want you to say.’ I couldn’t fight him anymore. I was too desperate. ‘Your cock.’ Before I finished my statement, his large frame was on top of me and his rock-hard dick was pushing its way through my slick pussy. There was a delicious resistance, and after.