Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
My sweet Davey is such a good reader, but sometimes, reading out loud makes him nervous. I thought it would be a good idea if instead of Mommy reading Davey a bedtime story, it would help him practice if Davey reads to Mommy. After he’d showered and got into his nighttime Diapee and PJs, Mommy sat at the head of the bed, and Davey snuggled back between my legs.
His back rested against my tits, and he held up his e-reader. We picked a dirty erotica story about a hot mommy in shiny pantyhose who took a stranger home and forced him into pampers. My hands played in Davey’s hair as he began and at first, he was okay. Then the story started to affect sweet Davey, and he began to trip and stumble over his words.
