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“It’s fog my sweety.” She loved how her mom spoke english, it was different. In school she learned what it was called, an accent. Mommy had an accent. “What’s fog?” she asked as she licked her pistachio ice cream. The white wall in the distance looked to her like the end of the world. Like the park must have stopped right then and if she were to keep walking everything would just be pure white. “It is just water honey. Water in the air.” Well, the water in the air made everything feel dreamy. She did not like it. She wanted to sexy see the whole park. Sam opened her eyes, or closed them? Was she still dreaming? Fog, there was fog. Something in the fog. Something that made her afraid. Something that could help them was in her pocket. She reached down and felt two round objects. MILF Brian needed these, where was he? She turned her head around in the wispy white air, not sure which direction was which. There, homemade on the floor, a prone form, it seemed like the right size. She threw the objects. Good. That was good. Now she could sleep again, she was so sleepy. ---xxx--- The buttplugs hit him in the side. He had a blood sex soaked section of his shirt over his mouth, it seemed like indian it was filtering out the fog just a little bit, enough to keep him awake. Abby had disappeared. He heard crashes, yells, then, a ray of clarity. Someone mom had shot another crucifix and it blazed a trail of clear air through the fog. A trail that ended at a body, a large body, thank god. “That’s not what I said. Baxter went back up to my ass and was so focused on licking my homemade asshole that he was almost tongue-fucking me. Jill was wearing MILF a black dress as well, sex only she had a beautiful indian cobalt blue belt and matching blue dress heels. The redhead gasped, "Oh, fuck!" again at the realization that Wade was still massaging her. I opened the door about thirty minutes later to greet Aunt Nell and sexy Uncle Chuck. “Does that mean you are not going to make it back home in time to be with me on my birthday day?” I sat down beside her and patted my lap. Her titties were fully mom visible underneath and they looked very tempting even to me. Brian wore a button-down shirt and Levi's. His barely disguised leer was lost on Maddy, conscious as she was, of her grandmother`s embrace lasting a little longer than she deemed appropriate. Tegan took another sip of her coffee.