Sneaking in on Mom

Sneaking in on Mom

Brian scrambled off the bed and swung Doris’s legs up onto sleeping the bed. The OUTLAWS had done their job. She moaned and cried into my ear, her womanly body still squishing against my back, but her manly organ doing its worst in me, making my legs weak. Even the lightest touch to her clit triggered a feeling of horrible sickness, as if death itself was bearing down upon her.

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