I’d spit on your face repeatedly, so that your face reality is dripping white.Spit on me. Make me old dirty and used.Once I’d spit on you enough, I wouldn’t want to slap you anymore.He’s close by now…probably not more than fifty yards so be very careful mom and pay attention.Sandi granny shed her shorts and top, revealing a tiny bikini, little more than string and a few square inches of fabric.My Master was sober and kept an eye on things.Hoping for prurient tale from her past.I groaned as my mature orgasm died into that buzzing bliss.My eyes darted over to Jill and Roger.I can bring forth your truth, and turn it into armor.Just so you know, Nelson said mockingly.When she stepped into the examination room she almost knocked me over with her warm friendly smile and greeting.That thought always gave Lance a tiny shiver. He held his phone with his left mom hand, still scrolling the photos. He wrapped his right hand firmly around reality his stiff member. He started slow, but eventually quickened his pace as he stroked himself. He scrolled the photos quite quickly as pre-cum dripped from the tip of his swollen head. His hand firmly gripped around his shaft and he stroked, his now slick, dick. Feeling the firmness. He hasn't been this hard in awhile. Maybe from the new found freedom, maybe from the knowledge old mature of his sister, but either way, he was rock hard.Cassie breathed heavy as she rubbed and probed her pussy in the shower. She pictured the photos and GIF she saw earlier. She really focused on the GIF of the cum shot. She was always intrigued by cum shots. She loved the way a dick looked as it twitched and shot spurts of white goo out. The way a dick would tense up and bob up and down as it shot its granny load.