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While she adored her son to no end, she had been looking forward to a little bit of a break from having to control herself around him. She had continued to relax in the bath, assuring herself that she wouldn't be needed at least until the water ran tepid and was content to enjoy this little slice of peace, but the unmistakable sound of his crying reached her, even through the bathroom door and the pillow she knew he was doubtless clutching. Biting her lip and with a little grunt of effort she lifted herself from the bath, her arms tired and heavy from what had been the penetrating heat of the scented waters, whose comfort she now left behind to be greeted by the steamy air of the bathroom, pleasant, but not nearly as pleasant as her bath had been. Stepping carefully as not to slip she moved to switch the bathroom light on, the sudden iridescent light permeating every nook and cranny of the room serving to sweep away the last remnants of the warm relaxing atmosphere she had created with the candles low flickering light. She caught a general outline of her figure in the steamed up mirror, unable to make out any detail as she picked up a thick white towel, patting down her fair skin in a hurried way, not being as thorough as she often would be, wanting instead to find out what had upset her son, though she had a pretty good idea. After drying herself she glanced down at her body, twisting her wide hips this way and that to see if there were any glistening beads Hardcore of water she might have missed on her impressive curves and swinging cock, but seeing none she set the towel down, scooping up instead a comfortable robe which she pulled on over her shoulders, feeling the fabric wrap around her like a well-deserved hug. Her breasts, full and soft, felt uncomfortable without the support of a bra, but not wanting to go through the bother of finding and putting one on she opted instead to tie the bathrobes cord a little a higher under her bust, pushing it up and presenting a few inches of cleavage. masturbation Not that she was trying to look alluring, but with a bust as impressive as Jenna's, there are few things you can wear without displaying your gifts just a little bit. Blowing out her candles and finishing her wine she padded from the bathroom, opting to clear away the clutter later. She moved to the stairs and with one hand on the railing glided quietly downstairs, the carpet muting her approach. "Alex sweetie?" She asked lightly, scanning the room as she entered with her hazel eyes, her gaze quickly settling on the small curled up figure of her son, wrapped up in his own arms on the sofa, his phone beside him on the couch, left ignored. She hesitated, leaning on the doorway briefly and tilting her head, but he didn't respond to her arrival, didn't even acknowledge she was there, if he had even actually noticed. Jenna took in the scene, piecing together the simple clues. He was supposed to be spending the night with his girlfriend, their first night together and, given how flustered he had seemed before going around, likely their first time doing a lot of things. But given his current disposition... "Oh sweetie..." she said softly as she stepped over, sitting down gently on the couch beside him and slinking an arm around his slender waist. It took a little persuading, but she was able to divert his curled up form from being wrapped around his cushion to be embracing her instead, his arm draped over asian her stomach, his head resting on the warm swell of her heavy amateur chest. She held him gently, consoling him with soft shushes as she gently caressed his long silken hair, waiting for him to calm down a little before she asked the question they both knew was going to come. It took a little while, but his sobs and shakes slowly ebbed away, leaving him sniffing, breath still ragged as he leaned his head on her, staring off at nothing. Glancing down at him, her face one of concern she reached down, one delicate finger wiping away one his tears, her touch drawing his attention, his doe-like eyes looking to meet her own. "What happened, love?" She asked, the question inevitably making his lip quiver, his gaze quickly shifting away from hers cumshot once more, his hand clutching at the soft fabric of her robe. He opened his mouth to speak, but after a moment closed it again, swallowing, "S-she... She..." he whimpered softly and she gave him a gentle reassuring squeeze, "She broke up with me..." he finally managed, though his tone weirdly, seemed a little defensive. "Oh, honey... I'm sorry," she said, holding him a little tighter, "I know how badly it hurts." Which was true, she had had her own fair share of bad breakups back in her youth, before Alex. "Did something happen?" He swallowed a little and looked away and she knew him well enough to read the flood of embarrassment on his features. "Hmm?" she said softly, pushing just a little in her curiosity. He looked up at her for a moment, taking in the soft smile on her full lips, noting how dark her usually vibrant naturally orange hair was, likely still wet from her bath. After a moment he sighed a little, relenting, though his voice remained soft, a little distant. Tami spread her legs as his fingers dipped into her, spreading her juices around her pussy. Still in coma, vital signs good. She again looked around and stared up at the deck where I was For a cumshot number of seconds. Laura agreed as it would save time. and the world went dark. “No. He just kept on finger-fucking me, for I don't know how long. Moller smiled. “He said to give him a call after you get the house appraisal, and inspection. No one in the world was more relieved than Father Simon Dott in that moment as he exhaled fear-ladened breath in a single sigh of relief. Jimmy could hardly blame him for that. Harder if you amateur can. "Good. She began pushing against my thrust, and her moans began to get too loud for the pillow. Then it hit him, "Sir, why did Wormtail sacrifice his life for mine?" And he did a few weeks later. “I’m just trying not asian to moan Hardcore too much. Her silver bush glistened a foot from my face. Jake’s hand slipped over to her other breast, taking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twirling the bud of flesh. It was this wonderful treat. King and Mother. The story went along just as they had outlined it until Donny forced the couple to part ways for a few weeks. "Yeah?" The more densely packed Dionysian display didn't faze him until he heard masturbation one voice that he recognized crying out with a note of pleasure that he knew well from her songs.