“You ever do any stripping, mom?”
“Yep.”
“Oh really?”
“Uh huh. Sex Stephanie started bouncing again, faster this time, her pussy milking his cock dry, her own orgasm coursing through her. “Rub me really good there.”
Dan thought about Alice, the last pussy he had touched; she always liked it this way too. “Yes. “I am in bed.”
“No. This has got to be some sort of bad dream.”
There was a knock at his door. “Carrie sure did stock up on booze,” He noted. Feel free to read The Challenge part 4 to learn about what’s going on in that city. “Uh huh,” Stephanie replied, her fingers plunging into her pussy. “Shit,” he thought. He smiled back, indulging her, humoring her, sitting on the couch next to her. “There we go,” she smiled. “Mad? Carrie raised an eyebrow, looking at her mother suspiciously. “I can feel that you like it,” she whispered in his ear. “Ok, there. His cock was hypersensitive, sore to the touch. I’ll keep that in mind,” Dan said, getting up, walking to the window, and looking at the snow coming down even harder. “Dan.”
“What?” He called over his shoulder. Get in here!” Stephanie said, pulling away the towel wrapped around her son’s waist.
