"Where are we going?" She asked, giving up the fight."Home." I answered, slamming the door and running around to the other side."Are you going to tell...mom?" Becky asked, suddenly sounding worried."I should, but I think we can work this out between the two of us instead." I told her as I started the engine. I think she knew that I meant business and didn't fight me as I pulled her head down in my lap. I took the long way home and each time I got close to cumming, I'd pull out and tell her not. All he had to do was avoid being seen crossing the road from his own house.He had long ago given up worrying about her reporting him, and the police checking for fingerprints or DNA. He often masturbated while in her house, spunking a tissue or into her toilet while sniffing her dirty panties. Once he even he masturbated over her kitchen table, rubbing his semen over the surface until it was invisible, then he sent her an email demanding that she pose for Mike in the kitchen, including a set. More

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