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She pulled the hood over my face and over the top of my head. The smell was very strong because there was no other material apart from the rubber, and I could hear my breaths echoing in the confines of the hood, the sensation was strange but I told myself that it wasn’t too bad. My mother removed the hood and asked me how I felt. I said it was strange but I hadn’t been afraid when the hood had come over my face and all I could smell was the rubber. My mother smiled at me and said that she had. That same smile. Those big jugs. She paused for a moment as if debating whether she should let them in. They seemed like good boys, and besides, they were friends of Josh.“Well sure.” Lisa stepped back and swung the door open wide to allow the two to entry her home. “Come on in!”Both boys looked around as they came into the foyer. Lisa led the boys to the living room where they each took a seat at opposite ends of the couch.It was Kevin who spoke again, “Josh said you were all alone this week.. It can't be much of a novelty to you!"I shook my head. "Wrong there. You are a complete, absolute miracle of a novelty. Different all over - including your best bits. Fascinating."She looked down. "They look pretty revolting to me. I didn't expect to be all swollen like this. Still," she glanced over at my loins, "your penis is fascinating too. Especially when it can't make up its mind whether to stick up or hang down."A pause for mutual inspection."But, look. Seriously. If I'm going to live. Mr. Jones gave a great sigh as he felt his climax fast approaching. He felt his body tensing as he opened his eyes suddenly and let out a loud gasp. There in front of him stood an angel. With golden hair and huge innocent eyes watching him worriedly as he put his hand to the back of Aunty Harriet’s head and held her there while he gushed his cum right down her throat. All the time he was climaxing, he kept his gaze fixed on the young woman in front of him, the blood pumping through his body as.
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