‘I’m nineteen, nearly twenty actually and Zoe is eighteen. I’m Chrissie by the way,’ she offered a small hand. I took her offering and shook ...t briefly. ‘I’m nearly a hundred then,’ I said sarcastically. Now both of them looked hurt. ‘Show him Zo,’ blondie urged. Zoe plunged a hand into a small pouch of a shoulder bag and pulled out their ID cards and pushed them at me. I studied them and gulped in surprise, they were actually telling the truth and the photo’s matched, I handed them back. Other times I sat still while he fucked my face in long measured strokes that brought his shaft from the tip of my lips to the deepest of my throat. I tasted his pre-cum but the expression on his face remained passive and his eyes felt cold as I serviced him on my knees with my hands in my panties.My knees were getting sore and I was growing frustrated as things progressed. I tried every trick in the book but he didn’t go over the edge and remained almost aloof to my sluttish service. Finally I. Make it hard like before.”I started to speak, only to swallow them at her shriek.“Stroke your dick!”I barely had to grip it before my thing was hard around my fist, bulging with my urgent needs, betraying any sense of dignity. “I don’t know how you manage to walk around with that fucking thing…”It would be the closest thing she gave to a compliment. It was so unlike any of my stroke sessions, where I would control Mandy, using her as my personal sex doll. The reality was so far from fantasy. I. 'My son, ' I screamed inwardly. I tossed and turned for four hours before finally marching down the hall."You're lucky I didn't come in here last night, I mighta killed ya," I started, then almost lost it."I'm only thirty-five and I'm going to be a grandmother," I screeched, my carefully planned words completely forgotten."Uh huh," my sister answered sweetly."So you don't deny it?" I squawked."Is everything okay?" my son asked, drawn to the door by my strident voice."I'm talking to your Aunt.
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