“Don’t hold back. Village sex Too long has differences between us divided us. Sorry, Mom.”
“No, no, have fun,” I said, shaking my head as Lola and her girlfriend vanished into the office. “We’re going to work so hard to make you president,” she said her hand sliding up my thigh to the hem of my purple skirt. I was starting to like this, being around my daughters. She rode me with such passion, her hips wiggling, stirring me around. What was I doing here? “I do that for Lola all the time!”
My futa-dick throbbed in her asshole. “Who doesn’t like pussy, Mom?” Bethany asked. I squeezed my eyes shut, stars bursting across my universe. “Yeah, she’s nearly as bad as me,” said Danielle, my daughter with my good friend Dona.
