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It knocked the breath from me, but before I blacked out I heard mother say, “Where the fuck did you come from, John?” My thoughts as I passed out were: She never calls me John and who hit me so hard. As I regained consciousness, I heard a voice say, “He’s coming to, sarge.” Sarge mature responded with, “Better handcuff him and for Crist sake cover him with a blanket.” As my wrists were put in handcuffs behind my back, the pain in my back mature amateur returned. Over the next few weeks I healed and pieced together what had happened. My father, the original blonde John Smith, had returned after more that five years. He let himself in with his own key. He had found a young man fucking his wife. He had kicked him in the back, knocking him unconscious. He had then called the cops to come and arrest a rapist. Mother, being the person she was, backed up his statement that I was raping her. After all, how could she admit that what we were doing was her ides. The result, as far as I was concerned was that I went to juvenile detention. I never had a trial. Others made that decision. Mother’s story, whatever it was, was believed. I was sent to a distant city to live with a foster family. I never saw mother, Andrea, or the Logans again. I was never allowed to communicate with them, “for my own good.” My sister had somehow kept track of me. She came to my high school graduation, after which we had talked. She had helped me get an Big Tits MBA degree and I was able to make a good living. But I was never even able to approach a woman to develop a relationship. Now after 20 years I was headed back to my childhood hometown to boobs attend my father’s funeral. Lauren picked up her phone and texted Sara, “Leaving home, headed your way. euphoric feeling coursing through me, but it is soon replaced by a deep disgust. She had me against the wall a second later, wrapping her legs around my waist, pinning my molesting hand between our pelvises. Leanna came walking down the aisle slowly, to the rhythm of the slow piano music. I could hear them talking, then she leaned down and kissed my mouth, her tongue moved on to my nipples, her small nipples rubbing against my chest as her tongue reached my stomach, she teased me with her tongue as I felt one of her left knee push down on the bed at the side of my face, her tongue licking the end of my cock and balls as her right leg positioned on the other side of my face, she put my cock in her mouth and as she did I could feel something hard on my mouth I opened mouth expecting her wet pussy blonde but I got a small cock and big full balls. Five foot four inches mature amateur of young mischief, disguised under a cute, naive, innocent visage. The massive boobs Big Tits amounts of Lust energy generated from the deflowering was coalescing in a single point. She blushed even harder still. Harder! Yes and we could only get one room but it has a huge bed and a wonderful couch to sleep on. “Oh fuck Baby” Barb cooed mature out. I gave up.