
That day, after she went home, my parents came home and saw me sleeping like a slumbering child. I woke up in the night with a hard-on and just a smile, thinking about her touch. I could dent steel with the stiffness of my rod.
Alas, the next day came, and the beauty with it. My mom was still mom, but so was our wildness. She rang the bell and I opened the door. She came in with a smile and a slight hesitation about what was next.


















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