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There was this one time when she was putting up wallpaper in the only bathroom in the house, and she had just stuck the paper to the wall over the toilet when I came roaring into the room, hard-on in hand. violent I ended up whacking it into the bowl while she stood above me, pressing violent the bubbles out of the paper. I didn’t have the courage to see if she was looking when I ejaculated. Two days ago, I was driving my mother back home from Los Angeles. I had violent gone to pick her up from the airport, and we had a three-hour drive ahead of us. We chatted amiably about her trip and what all she had to do when she got home. About half an hour out of the city I felt my penis stir. I soon realized it was one of The Boners. I began to squirm uncomfortably, cursing my luck. Not now! I could feel Mom staring at me. When I looked at her, I saw her trying not to notice the bulge in my jeans. I weighed my options, and then finally unzipped my pants with my non-driving hand. Sorry, Mom, I got to take care of this one.
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