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Dinner Table
A simple dinner with his girlfriend’s parents. What could go wrong?
“Wow!” I said as I looked over the dinner table. I quickly averted my eyes as she looked over at me.
“Everything okay Shawn?” Mrs. Dawson asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I quickly replied.
“I heard you got onto the team?” Mr. Dawson asked.
“Yes, Dad, Shawn is going to be one of the starting Cornerbacks for the Clemson Tigers,” Leslie smiled as she held my hand, looking over at her parents.
‘She did it again,’ I thought, looking at Mrs. Dawson.
“Excuse me,” I said as I got up from the dinner table. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Down the hall to the right,” Mrs. Dawson smiled.
I quickly scampered down the hall and closed the bathroom door.
Mrs. Dawson had some huge boobs, and every time she stretched, it seemed like one of the buttons on her top would pop right off.
I quickly grabbed my cock and started masturbating.
“Maybe I could help with that,” Mrs. Dawson said. “The door doesn’t lock all the way.”
“But…” I started to say as Mrs. Dawson knelt before me.
