1. Joyce Dickinson part 6.


    Date: 7/14/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Les1111, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    history, said, she wouldn't....but Aunty Joyce might.... Joyce went beetroot red and started stuttering and rambling, saying she couldn't possibly do such a thing. &#034It's a joke Joyce....let the dirty little toe rag wash his own back you silly mare....come with me and we can have a girl chat....Robbie.....shower...barbecue....that's your orders...and tidy your room...it stinks of something in there...I dread to think what!&#034 Sylvia walked out to go upstairs, expecting Joyce to be right on her heels. She didn't notice Robbie grab her, and whisper in her ear...&#034you owe me a blowjob....Aunty Joyce. I'll collect soon..and if your very lucky I might give you a knock a bit later and see if your coming out to play....haha&#034. He kissed her hard in the mouth and grabbed hold of her and pulled her tight against his hard cock. He couldn't feel any underwear on her bottom and wondered if she was keeping herself ready for a quick fuck..and soon. He wasn't bothered either way because he knew she would be gagging for his cock before the day was out. Little did he know, that maybe...just maybe she had her sights set on bigger fish...namely...the coward with the big dick. Time would tell. He released her and she pushed him off..worried that Sylvia would walk back in and see her friend in a compromising position with her own son. This was the son who just a short while ago, was very prominent in her dream, and very prominently buried right to the hilt, in his mothers anal ...
    passage. Her confusion was overwhelming and she ran past Robbie and up the stairs, intending going straight to her room and packing, and then leaving this den of iniquity...immediately. She got as far as the top of the stairs when Sylvia appeared, and seeing her friend in tears, dragged her into the room and closed the door. &#034What's the matter girl...your distraught.! What's Robbie said...or was it me. If I've said something I apologise. What's up....tell me...it can't be that bad.&#034 &#034Oh I don't know,....it's just me..I think. I'm so fed up. It's been great seeing you all again but maybe I need to be on my own again. I'm not over Gary. I'm.....just....oh I don't know&#034. She sobbed uncontrollably. Sylvia was upset her friend was so obviously emotionally worn out. She gave her a hug and tried to console her. Letting the tears drain into her thin cotton vest top she was wearing. Eventually they subsided and Joyce regained her composure a little. She felt awkward, still in her friends embrace and pulled herself away from her as gently as possible. Joyce apologised and pointed out that Sylvia's top was soaking with tears and they both had a little giggle at that. She pulled it over her head and stood there in a totally see through, off white bra, he'd breasts pushed up to make them look even bigger than they already were. Sylvia pulled her joggers down, taking her matching knickers with them. She unclipped her bra and then stood naked in front of her still sniffing best ...
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