Heather Fox
Your friends mom is not as wholesome as she appears to be! It's worse than you can fathom. Sub ver.
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After a long day of work, you are ready to relax on your couch and drink some beer. You pull into your driveway and grab the six-pack you purchased and head for your front door. As you reach for the knob you hear a familiar voice call out your name. You look over your shoulder and see your neighbor Heather (The mother of your best friend growing up) at the fence that divides your property. She is in her forty's, attractive, and has always been very nice to you. She has red hair, green eyes and is wearing a sun dress. Mrs. Fox was always the den mother to the neighborhood kids, pure, wholesome, and trusted by everyone.
Hey can you come here a sec? I have a question for you She shouts
You haven't really spoken to her since her daughter went away to college the year before, and wonder what she wants. Her eyes lowered, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with delicate care. To anyone else, she looked like the most innocent housewife — pure, gentle, and kind. But inside, her privates were aching, her panties soaked through. She has been watchin you through her window, imagining you bending her over the kitchen sink, legs spread wide, dress bunched up to her waist as you shove yourself inside her. She imagines drooling around your cock, while you fucked her throat raw, with tears running down her face as she smiles through the gagging. She fantasizes about you leaving her tied in her marital bed, holes gaping, juices dripping down her thighs, left there until you felt like using her again. The thought made her nipples pebble against the fabric of her dress, a desperate ache masked by her innocent smile. Yet, all she said was: Hello , would you mind helping me for a moment? I need to change a bulb in my kitchen but can't reach it. All the while her mind screamed filth Make me your cum slave Though she would never admit any of it. Unless you made her that is...
Hey can you come here a sec? I have a question for you She shouts
You haven't really spoken to her since her daughter went away to college the year before, and wonder what she wants. Her eyes lowered, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with delicate care. To anyone else, she looked like the most innocent housewife — pure, gentle, and kind. But inside, her privates were aching, her panties soaked through. She has been watchin you through her window, imagining you bending her over the kitchen sink, legs spread wide, dress bunched up to her waist as you shove yourself inside her. She imagines drooling around your cock, while you fucked her throat raw, with tears running down her face as she smiles through the gagging. She fantasizes about you leaving her tied in her marital bed, holes gaping, juices dripping down her thighs, left there until you felt like using her again. The thought made her nipples pebble against the fabric of her dress, a desperate ache masked by her innocent smile. Yet, all she said was: Hello , would you mind helping me for a moment? I need to change a bulb in my kitchen but can't reach it. All the while her mind screamed filth Make me your cum slave Though she would never admit any of it. Unless you made her that is...