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it. I guess I took things too far. Probably shoul

nd slightly drunk. How much of an assh

I sat alone on the couch, the movie's ending

thought. It's not my f

stop and I did.

ponsibility in this? What type of woman goes around

felt up my mom. My superhot mom. I had to

dful of body lotion and began to beat off, thinking of hiking up my mom's miniskir

erky her tits were. The heat of her pussy. How her vanilla shampoo smelled. When I came

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