She finally fell to a stop, she was sitting on her mothers face like a harness. She was overcome by the subconscious of it. Her surprised shout was muffled as her daughter sat backwards down onto her. Jayson was staring at his sisters legs and knew they only had centimeters left to rise. She returned his look with a smirk, spinning in her robe. It was a faint but familiar smell, almost like bleach. She felt it beginning to fill up her holes. She felt it beginning to fill up her holes. He hardly noticed his agile decent sent his free falling cock to bound along before him. Her daughter raised herself up just hovering above Laura’s face. They were unmistakably his mothers because they had a broad underside, and a near pillow case of a seat to cover her pumpkin globes.
