Eventually, Mom desperately begged. Can't take it. For a while, we lay on opposite ends of the bed, breathing hard. The lights twinkled, the music played, and Cookie moaned while caressing our legs. Cookie said, "Come on, Sis.
A mom-son Christmas. Author: Unknown. This is not my story. I shared it because I thought it was interesting. The second part will be posted soon.
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