12/28/2022 0 Comments Leave it to beaver porn![]() Ward giggled sternly as if to say, "I know where to find the beaver." He was looking at Roger Maris and thinking he had nice eyes. Wally sat at the kitchen table behind his box of Wheaties. "And I don't even know what that is."īefore Beaver could ask about that, he heard his mother's voice calling up >from downstairs letting the boys know that breakfast was ready. "And you know she's got - those?" Wally curled his hands up in front of his chest. I mean, after all, you start off thinking about getting to first base. "So what do you think about while you're doing it? Hitting a home run?" That would be kind of goofy, wouldn't it?" "Heck no, Beaver," Wally said, tucking his cock back into his pajamas. "Does it, like, help your pitching arm or something?" "So what do you get out of doing that?" Beaver said, wrinkling his nose up. "Well I was until you started blabbing away over there." Wally threw the catcher's mitt down on the floor and sat up. "Gosh, Wally," Beaver said, turning over on one side and resting his head on his hand. "I'm trying to have a big squirt of my own over here and you keep distracting me." "Shut-up you little squirt," Wally said in a choked voice. ![]() "Jeez, Wally," Beaver called out from his bed. ![]() She slipped it on, buttoning it right up to her throat as was proper, and as soon as she put on her pearls she headed downstairs to fix breakfast. June slipped out of bed wearing her pink baby-doll nightie and went to her vanity, plucking the dull cotton robe from the back of the chair. His tool was such a source of pride that he and June had jokingly named their youngest son after it. Ward threw back the covers, massaging his generous piss-hard beaver cleaver as he ambled off into the bathroom. It's just the right thing to do and I know we all feel better when you do the right thing." Ward said with great seriousness, "Well, June, sometimes when a man is in a bedroom with a naked woman, he wants to know that he possesses every inch of her, body and soul, and he also needs to feel, well, that nothing is hidden >from him. "I really did like it, Ward, especially the part where you had me crawling around on my knees so you could see all of me open to you without shame or hesitation." "Oh, I certainly liked it," she said, her eyes growing wide and innocent as they so often did, showing that little girl kind of wonderment that often drove Ward over the edge and caused him to pump gallons of cream into her still surprisingly tight pussy. But when a man feels really special about a woman, even his wife, sometimes he has to express it in ways that are a little decisive." Ward looked stern as he always did when delivering a moral or lesson. In a low, sleep husky voice she purred, "Ward, I think you were a little rough on the beaver last night." "Mmmmmm," June said, entwining her arms around her husband. He reached across and slapped at the alarm clock one time, silencing it. When the alarm clock went off, June Cleaver stretched beneath to covers and rolled onto her side, nuzzling up to husband Ward. Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual Fan Fiction
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