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I got cleaned up and we headed to the theaters. She wanted to drive so we took her car.“You know, you could’ve joined me in that shower.” I ment...oned.“Oh I’m aware, but we would have never made it to the movie!”“There’s other show times!”“Haha. If your good, I may reward you later. Control your hormones!”With that insinuation in mind, I actually turned up my control a bit. We got to the theaters, bought some tickets and sat down at a seat with a collapsible armrest. We curled up together and. Addie stood on the couch straddling me, took the back of my head in both hands, and shoved her juicy cunt in my mouth at the same time Maggie slipped between my legs and eagerly took my cock to the balls. Maggie moaned how angry she was at my wife and vowed to make me forget every bad image I had dancing in my head. Addie ground off a quick orgasm about the same time I slipped my index finger up her tight little bunghole. Her body jolted forward with such force I thought I broke a tooth on. ” “Good deal. I better go get a shower and get packed then.”One of the things I left out about mom is, she wears button up blouses with her skirts and leaves the top three buttons unbuttoned, which shows off a nice size C cup cleavage, and I know she is a C is due to me going through her bra and pantie drawer in her dresser a few times, and from seeing them in the dirty clothes basket when getting her panties out to jack off with, and when she wears her short shorts, she wears either tank tops. I just kept racing. The body moved with ease. It flowed across the ground. The terrain blurred past, the Forest of Lhes hurtling to my left, fields to my right.I had no idea how much farther we had to go. I ran this road in the dark. Everything looked so different in day. Were we an hour away? Two? Had everyone died? Did they still live? All I could do was run beside Radiant Gertrude and pray that those I loved hadn’t perished.That there was still hope to save them.Distant shrieks reached my.
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