*This is a sequel follow up series to my story 'Mommy's Love Denied'. It is highly influenced by the erotic imagery of the doujin artist Fingering "Akatsuki Souken/Giken". Please enjoy my new second series. Part 1 It was sublime. That was the only reason these three individuals did what they did. Realism caught up with them all and the trio realised that turning a fantasy into a reality can be a dangerous mistake that can tear the very social fabric of family values and unconditional love. But the damage was done. Like a scar, it wouldn't lick completely japanese fade. Even after five-years of separation; Scott longed to see his classmate Ryan and his mother together again. He knew they wished the same. But little did Scott know; for that same sublime electric feeling to be achieved for Ryan and Penny; they would need to feel Lesbian it asian at the expense of another person, they would need to feed off the same pain and sorrow that would make Scott erect. Through this Scott could feel sublime too. 28-year old Scott was sitting on his computer chair in the same room he had lived in his entire life. I finally hear Steve door open his door and saw him walk by and go in the bathroom and closed the door. Some girl even took lick pictures of the highlights of the evening. I did though, once he rolled on top of me, asian supporting himself on his arms, and started japanese pushing his dick into me. As if by reflex, I started moving my sore derriere against it. “Just surrender into it. As Hermione walks over to the high table to comply, Umbridge’s voice follows, giving her one final command, and then addressing her audience. Other futas had to be taught that my pussy was closed to their dicks. Thantas asked puzzled. I clicked on my own name and read how she felt about me. My wife felt guilty for cheating on me. She loved me but had this desire for other women. “Yes, sir,” Fingering He wasn't a soldier, but he saluted anyway before turning and going back to the elevator, which brought him back to his own apartment. I stuck my tongue out and started licking her slowly up and down her smooth hairless slit, enjoying how my daughter tasted, I hadn’t tasted a pre teen pussy since I was at Lesbian Junior high. My ovaries tightened in the depths of my pussy. I woke up sometime later. When I went out to the bar, the barman gave me a whiskey telling me that my throat would need it. “Mmm, and I wonder why we want to do that,” Mom said, giving him a sly look.”