A howling wind sent a pair of bundled up figures darting towards an old cottage, following the path that was being increasingly covered over by a dusting of snow. They tightly grasped their packages and wrapped boxes as they reached the brightly lit porch. Eager to escape the biting cold, the slimmer of the two
Part 3- Mom the whore by Brenda Shwartz
Just like the last story, some of the things mentioned in this story I found out later in life. I’m writing from what I remember, and the gaps filled in by my mom. This story picks up right where I left off. Mom got fucked by John at our new apartment. Please comment.The night John
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