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Sharon_s busy dildoBut Sharon lifted a cautious open palm. "Stay over there, Mom. I don't want to be responsible for killing my mother. Just let me sweat it out!" Mrs. Pettibone stopped dead in her tracks. "Is it that contagious?" she asked, backing off just a little. "I don't know," said Sharon, reaching a hand secretly under the sheets and back down to her wet twat, "but I don't want to take any chances." She found her clitoris upright and ready for a quick little massage. Now if only her mother would leave her alone. "Well, darling," said Mrs. Pettibone, "I'd better call the doctor and…" "No doctors!" hollered Sharon, taking her hand out of her pie. She couldn't believe that her mother wouldn't leave her be just for a while. "Please, Mom," she said, "I think this thing will take it's normal intercourse, I mean its normal course if we just let it be." Mrs. Pettibone, confused and dumbfounded, nodded and then shook her head as she backed out of her fifteen year old daughter's bedroom. She shut the door behind her. "At last," sighed Sharon, "I can get my fingers down to the place where they can do the most good." And with that she reached both hands down between her spread loins and she lifted her thighs and knees. "Ahhh, yes," she breathed a sigh of relief, "now where was I… oh, yes, he was just about to enter me." She pictured a big strong fellow with a tight erection ...» |
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