As she walked into the kitchen my jaw dropped. I kept moving my hand over the same trail, down her thighs and back up over her pussy. tube8 I sat on a stool at the kitchen counter and waited for aunt Kate. Or at least that’s the story. I watched as my mothers car drove away and wondered when I’d see her again. What do I do I wondered. They were firm and smooth. I know honey, please make yourself at home here. A couple minutes later I heard her coming down the stairs. I quickly shot a load onto my stomach that I wiped up with some tissues. Uncle Jim worked in the city making good money. I moved my hands over one thigh then the other. It was just long enough to cover her ass and I could clearly see her hard nipples poking against the blue silk. Read 211956 times |
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