They certainly looked cold -standing there in the snow. “Here, let me call Hunter Johnson’s mom and let them know you won’t be back tonight!”
Eddie and my Dad told me to hustle outside while my mom took care of that. She was a big woman but hardly had cottage cheese thighs. “Do you want me to swallow it?” she blew a little bubble with my semen and played with it. I thought she might cry. It was something you had to see to believe. A MAN Is talking! You’re in the winner’s circle at the end and get left behind while all the other reindeer jiggle their tits down the street, singing Christmas carols out in the cold.”
The girls booed the idea of singing carols. Look at those dimples! It’s all in good fun. I had practically begged my mom to let me do it. This was really happening. “Sure! You can stay and fuck the shit out of me if you want.
