My mom loved me, and after I was born, she finished school, leaning on her parents to help raise me since she stayed busy trying to build a life for us. “I said I’m going to miss this,” she said, her voice rough with emotion. My orgasm began to slow down, and so did my thrusts. You were moving, and I was going to ask you to marry me when you got here! Cum for me! “No. “Talk soon.”
“Thanks, man!” I called out, raising my cup to him in cheers as he retreated from my table. I developed a pretty good life here. He’d probably tell me to get over it and remind me that I’m a fish in one of the biggest ponds in the States.
