When Bryan turned eight, I was finally awarded custody of him. Did he hear, I wonder? ass porn I didn’t mind at first; a total hysterectomy at twenty-five means I can’t have children of my own, so I always enjoyed it whenever Bryan was at my apartment. Maybe if I do it slowly, I can open the door a bit and see…? Still, my thoughts still drifted to the young man who was lying asleep next to me. A sudden, mischievous thought crossed my mind. The door was still closed, but had he been peeking at me like I had been at him earlier? “All done,” I announced. When did this start, I wondered? It was faint, but if you looked in it, you could see the crusted outline of some of the trails his semen made while it was pooling on the insole. I tried not to show how amused I was by this, but a smile may have slipped my lips once or twice, especially as I was putting on the shoe he came in.
