“Hope you enjoy it” I said sarcastically. “I do, I do….and I am sure that eventually you will too” he said in a very devious tone. Sure enough, I noticed him thumbing the phone he was getting multiple pictures. Damn him… I felt his hand on my lower abdomen; the touch causing me to suck in a bit…then he softly moved his hand up my body. “Hey…looking is hentai one thing…touching is another…that is not part of the deal”, I almost coughed out as his hand messaged first one breast and then the other. ‘What deal?” he cocked his head to the side, “I did not agree to a specific deal”. His hand cascaded down across my stomach, paused on the mound above my slit…then he slipped a finger between my labia…I jerked…his finger inserted into me…then another. I wanted to get away…but no, I am japanese not going to be intimidated by him…I pushed my crotch towards him. His smile broadened…and he inserted a third finger fetish moving them in and out. If he was not my kid, I would have called him a bastard…but I can’t he is just my deviant offspring. It hit me…I probably deserve this. “Why don’t you kneel right here in front of me…believe that would be nice, don’t you? “Why would it be nice?” I answered, but for some reason I lowered my self to my knees, my forearms resting on his upper thighs. He was still stroking himself through his shorts…that impossibly large appendage only a few inches away from me. Without disturbing how he was positioned, he pulled his shirt over his head….the ripples of his stomach square in front of me, a light line of hair noticeable from his belly button and disappearing into the top of his shorts. Something in me caused me to bite my lower lip and then touch my upper lip with my tongue. It was a habit I had when I perceived that there was something I wanted but did not outwardly admit it. “I’ll let you do the honors Mom, “ he made a motion that was not misinterpreted. Fuck it, I thought…if I am naked, so can he be. I pulled his shorts down. He did not have any underwear on. The material was not giving me a false impression…my kid’s dick was as thick as my wrist and at least three quarters as long as my forearm…the encyclopedia of dicks I had over the years flipped through my brain. Came up with only a few of the hundred or so that I have had the pleasure with that might compete in size of this one. Ken, his father, was lucky to have two thirds of this one. The pause must have triggered Kyle’s sense of humor. “Mom…hey Mom…your eyes are popping out of your head…watch out for incoming flies” he laughed…. Did not realize that I was unconsciously leaning closer and moving my head down. My hands were on top of is upper thighs just an inch or so one either side of his penis. He shifted slightly, the tips of my fingers coursing through enough of his pubic hair to touch the base of his dick. I did not move…do not know if I could have if I wanted to. I was being mesmerized by my own son’s dick. Sean Reenburg I felt my lust coming back to me, and suddenly I had a craving for the taste of her tits once again in my mouth. Their face leans closer before their lips meet. The next japanese thing that I knew was that my glass was empty even though Ryan had just got us some more. Are your hooves weighing you down? She went to her desk and was busy creating cover hentai art and descriptions for Conner's games and, as ever, making phone calls. The naughty angel's tongue darted out, shoving my cum into Jophiel's mouth. "I'M GONNA WEAR RINGS IN MY NIPPLES AND MY CUNT - SO I CAN FEEL TOTALLY EROTIC ALL THE TIME AND EVERYONE WILL SEE I'M AN OUTLAW fetish BIKER CUNT NOW AND THAT MEANS NUDE, LEWD AND TATTOOED," she teased as she looked down at her tattooed breasts and then wagged her tongue out at Steve who was concentrating on tattooing her bold 'n bare pubic mound while dozens of horny bikers enjoyed the show. He ran his hands roughly, lustfully over her exposed thighs, from her ankles to her loins and back again. And then their expression changes, just a little, as they remember there’s no health kit on the wall, no extra life, no paladin, no quick save to go back to, just pain. Apart from Lucy’s pussy being on display, her bikini fitted in quite well with the others. I reached the second floor and... It was Ryan and when I answered I said, Thank you. I did find an average build, tall, skinny white kid with long hair named Michael Harper which could’ve been him but I didn’t know for sure. “Bra!” Reaching down between the cups, she snapped it loose and tossed it on her dress. Thirty seconds later we were running down the field, still naked, and carrying a plastic bag with some soap and shampoo in it.