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I made sure to open her door and confirm that she was buckled in. The car wasn’t anything special. A 2001 Hyundai. It got me from “point A to poin... B” with a minimal of fuss. It also was so “non-descript” that if I wasn’t careful, I could lose sight of it in a parking lot, since it tended to blend in with all the countless other “silver-gray plastic jelly beans”. But, it also seldom caught the interest of any Highway Patrol folks as I zipped along the interstate.“Now where are we going?”. I must say that it has been a while since my mother saw me naked and I can’t remember a time she saw me with a boner, it looked like she was suitably impressed and as she reached forward my heart stopped, she ran her fingers up the sides where they are split, “I could fix these for you” she suggested, “But actually they look good” and I am sure she brushed the tip of my cock as she took her hand away.I didn’t flinch so she reached forward again to check the seams but this time her hand made. More

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