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That was a disturbing thought. When he encountered the sexy, strawberry-blonde, would he have to decide if it was Candy, his lover or Candy his mother? Maybe she would tell him what to do, thus proving he still had a mother. That was cause for concern. He and Deana were equals, so their interaction hadn't been altered significantly, but Candy had been telling him what to do most of his life, and he had to obey docteur or face the consequences. Things would be weird between them now. Steam wavered up from the cup of coffee Candy was staring into. She pregnant anal watched it twist, turn and intertwine as it rose toward her face. Inhaling hastened the ascent of the lazy white streamers. She felt the moisture on her nose and the warmth spreading up through her nostrils. The smell made her tongue wet with anticipation. She could see the reflection of her face floating on the black surface. Her touch made the image roll with the waves. It appeared her face was swimming in a tranquil brook. Candy pursed her lips and released a puff of air. The peaceful, swaying columns of steam crashed into the sides of the mug, circled, and frantically fought patron to escape the scalding liquid. The ripples distorted her face. The only thing missing was ominous dark clouds overhead. Her thoughts weren't in a tranquil brook; they were riding a cyclone as Candy tried to figure out how to get what she wanted, and needed, but not what she'd have coming to her if John found out. The sound of the shower turning on made Candy Dancing Bear smile. She sipped her coffee and went to brush her teeth. After that, she would resolve the conflict she had created, once and for all. As they walked in the opposite direction of Darlene and Gloria, Deana asked Rebecca, "Isn't that job weird? You think I should have sent Gloria with her?" "Yeah, it's awesome,” Rebecca said. “Tell me what happened. I can't believe you haven't told me already. Why didn't you call me? I thought you weren't going to do it? What changed your mind? Was it—" "Stop!” Deana held up her hand. “If you stop asking questions for a second, and answer me, then I'll tell you."“Sorry, I'm excited...it finally happened for you. This is huge.” But even after all these years I still hurt my docteur wife, especially since she had a bladder tack surgery. “There’s not much job use in strategizing.” The big guy says as Dancing Bear he yanks open my door. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, “Old Spike is long, but narrow. Just as the last word left my cum-stained lips, the door-knob jiggled loudly as someone tried to get in. “Can patron I help you?” she was surprised. I moved on and headed back to my ranch. Without any more hesitation, she wrapped her lips around his meat, massaging the tip with her tongue. Of course, someone else’s face suddenly showed in the reflection of the mirror, and I was squawking in fright, trying not to piss myself. “Lectures,” I replied. “If you EVER try that again, I will stick my dick in your mouth until you DIE!” I started to fuck her dry snatch even harder. By this time Barb had developed a permanent blush, and her breathing was quite noticeable to all. “Exactly,” said Elsie, “But Mallory still had the dildo inside pregnant anal her. “Sure,” he responded with gritted teeth. “I'll even suck your cock clean of Rosalía's asshole. I’m also in a non-exclusive relationship with my assistant, the girl who lives on the next floor down.” She pointed at the floor. They fight in pairs. As I pull my tongue out she gasps for more.