But when he said it, all anyone heard was, little Axle. So Mrs. T took to it, calling me Axle ever since. It seemed to fit.Jimmy and I loved fast cars...and fast girls. We both got jobs when we turned sixteen so we could get our first set of wheels. By the time we were eighteen, we both had our own hotrod project car. We’d tinker on them into the wee hours of the morning.Jimmy and I were out working on his car one night in his garage. We might have over done it a little on the drinking, and. At the turn, Anna’s prized oil painting, The Constant Gardener, its portrayal of a straw-hatted gardener tending to an overgrown bed of flowers added a splash of colour to the wall of predominantly black and white photos. I carried on up, the occasional complaint from the carpeted risers the only sound.Our bedroom was at the end of the short hallway beyond the family bathroom and entrance to Josh’s bedroom, recently spare. As I approached, excitement building in my stomach, I wasn't sure what. I woke a few times through out the nextfew days but was told they had me heavily sedated, as I would bein a lot of pain. After a week I was going nuts that's when Ifound out they had me bandaged from my knees to my breasts, but Iwas to have that removed that day as I lay there counting thedots on the ceiling I heard a familiar voice it was Mary talkingto the doctor She was up and walking around she came to me andheld my hand as the doctor started to cut the bandages off, I wasa nervous wreck. The mother felt deliciously lewd and perverse with her needy, hungry cunt right above her young daughter's face. Herself Michelle liked having her face near her daughter's virgin slit, so fresh and tasty looking. The woman looked back and told her son to shove his dick up her fuckbox from behind. The boy had his mom's butt cheeks in his hands and slid easily into the hot, sucking recesses of his mother's cunt. "Fuck me, son. Fuck your mother hard in her wet, hungry cunt until she cums all over.
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