She knew that she should be absolutely horrified at how appealing that idea was becoming to her, but that knowledge paled in comparison to how much the Juice was making her want it, and so Tracy began to change. If Tracy had known, she never would have drunk that stupid Perfect Girlfriend Juice in the first place! Indian sex Clearly Tyler wanted the two of them to be alone together, and Tracy was more than ready to make it happen. She wanted his cum inside her as soon as she could get it, and knew that Tyler’s overstimulated young body was more than ready to give it to her. He didn’t seem to take much notice of her, to Tracy’s chagrin, and to make matters worse her mother had appeared, fresh out of the shower and wearing nothing but a towel. “It’s Ms.,” Tracy said, giving him a knowing wink as she squeezed her massive, new-yet-oddly-familiar tits together between her forearms, relishing the hungry look on Tyler’s face even as his cheeks began to burn with self-conscious embarrassment. “Mrs… She found it endlessly amusing knowing that within fifteen minutes she’d have him gripping and squeezing and slobbering and sucking on her veiny hooters like his life depended on it.
