Where's your mother? As she bent over her bra struggled to contain her ample cleavage. According to the family lineage, the type of body Kat had skipped a generation. Her mother is beautiful and has a good body but Kat's body is off the charts.
But I know — a Mother always knows. You sit there in your vanilla world, projecting a seemingly vanilla life, thinking no one could possibly know what depravities lurk inside that mind of yours…but I do. I know how the pull of dark lusts can lead you to even darker needs, pushing you down a path of wicked perversions you thought you would never go. These things I know; …these things I will teach you… …explore with you… …share with you. After all, a mother is a teacher of all things, are they not?
Your looks and coloring are sensational. You would shine out in any room you entered. I'd be so proud having you as my date and to see the envy in the faces of the other guys.
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