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Their mother was hurting, and Deana understood how emotional pain made you do things you wouldn't do otherwise. If Evan realized that, he wouldn't have done it. Deana wanted to believe that about her brother as much as she had tried to convince herself her father didn't know his cum on her body or down her throat was something she wanted. Believing a lie was easier than living with the truth. The silence in Candy's room made Deana nervous. If one of them suddenly opened the door, it would be a mortifying end to the bizarre day she was having. It was as if she had never fully recovered from that dreamlike state Evan sent her into that morning in Gloria's bed, and what happened with Cindy later. Deana needed to talk to someone, but Cindy didn't want anyone to know, especially not Evan. Too bad Evan was the one person she most needed to tell. Evan smelled of sex and sweat. His dick was crusted with the dry mix of his mother's ass juices and his cum. He needed a shower and had hoped their last time together would end with his mother washing him while he did the same for her. It disappointed him, but it hadn't been much of a surprise when she turned him down. Candy had lost her mind toward the end of what had been a long, slow, sensual lovemaking session. His mother had a complete personality change compared to adorable every other time they made love. She demanded it rough, and he gave her what she asked for, but she made it more violent. It was as if she wanted to be punished for being with him. Then, once the randy fucking flamed out with the last explosive bursts of orgasm, Candy's persona shifted again. tits Her body was limp, and, from what Evan could perceive, she was embarrassed and regretful like a child. She kissed him, told him she loved him more than he could ever understand, and asked him to anal go. He put his shorts and T-shirt on, watching Candy the whole time. She faked a smile, threw him a kiss, and went into the master bath. The sound of the lock clicking sent ice through his veins. He left his mother's room somewhat dazed and confused, and sad. Deana's door was ajar, but Evan didn't look in until he heard his name in a tone that suggested he should keep going. "Get in here," Deana said and grabbed his arm. "I'm going in the shower." He resisted but unless he was willing to overpower Deana he had to student go. "Damn it, Evan" Deana closed the door and stood between it and him. "What if Cindy heard you?" "Cindy?" "I didn't girlfriend mean—I meant Gloria, but Cindy could have heard you from the driveway if she happened to come back. What if Gloria came home?" "She isn't coming home tonight." "Evan!" "I know, you're right, I'm sorry," he said. "It was the last time, one last time." "I hope so," Deana said. My wife’s mouth around the head of my cock and her finger up my ass student tickling my prostate...could I ask for anything more? Megan looked at the PA box, then back to me. She shrugged. Momo was silent as she raked, her feline laziness slowing all of her movements. "Your Grandmother always was a force to reckon with. My cum lands on my face and in my open mouth and on my neck and on the black vinly bra and corset. I struggled to girlfriend focus as a puddle of juices slowly formed beneath me on the chair. It smells familiar. "As long as he has been with you, you think he would abandon you now?" “Zeta isn’t afraid of a fight.” Logan’s voice crackled. If I move you I can't guarantee your safety." It was warm and I got all those happy tingles in my anal lips. “John! adorable I said almost without thinking. I watched intently tits as my wife moved.