Ann lay on her back, naked, her large breasts hanging off either side of her torso and played with the fake c*m until she felt that slight but unwelcome feeling of shame start to creep through her mind as she contemplated cleaning up after her Friday morning ritual of self pleasure, thinking she must be a freak to need to concoct an elaborate scenario that included a kitchen mixture to get off properly, instead of what she imagined most "normal" women must do -- a quick and clean release with their fingers or vibrator. She sighed as gathered the saucepan, syringe, and dildo, stopping by the bathroom to throw her panties into the hamper before heading to the kitchen to wash the tools of her masturbatory session.
After getting home from school, Brandon eagerly ditched his mother and slipped
