I could’ve cared less if he my mom heard me or if she was awake. Breathing harder than I had during any of my adventures with him in days gone by or with any of my vegetables, and he knew it! I could hear him being very excitedly in his fear as his hands slid slowly up my thighs. I swear, if I could butter-up a fireplug with my hair conditioner, believe me, I’d fuck it! At thirteen I was already looking in the frig for wieners or carrots anything to soothe that burning itch in my pussy.
