When he opened it he showed us a photo. Pornhat Had he come he was going to have to deal with my mother’s wrath—not something I’d like to describe here. “Mom, I asked MP to marry me. Then she dropped to the floor and slowly crawled. Was I surprised when I felt the tightness of her ass. “And you are obviously Mary Patricia. When her headstone was laid we planted flowers and marveled at how they bloomed even in the cold of winter. “Sorry, Mom,” I replied. Now, are we going to talk all night or make love?”
“Hmmm,” I whispered back, “tough choice.” MP gave me a playful elbow to the ribs as I pulled her on top of me.
