“Speaking of Billy, shouldn’t we get dressed and order some dinner before he gets here?”
“As much as I enjoy lying here next to you I think you’re right, but first, I have a little gift for you.”
“And what’s that?” Freddy asked as Mary bounced out of bed. Indian hot sex Mary purred with pleasure while Junior slowly moved his left hand down her flank. The bra of Mary’s costume was similar to the one she’d warn under her school uniform as Mary Batson, a sexy white silk affair with the addition of two cold lightning bolts right over her nipples. “If you wanted to find out if both of you got pregnant when one of you got pregnant than you couldn’t both fuck.”
“You’re right,” Mary said after thinking about it for a few seconds. “If you wanted to find out if both of you got pregnant when one of you got pregnant than you couldn’t both fuck.”
“You’re right,” Mary said after thinking about it for a few seconds. Freddy joined her on the bed and gave her a kiss as he caressed her bare tits.
