Hope’s Small-Dick Visitor
By CrazyColumbina. “Connor, come in, come in!” Hope led her son in through the doorway. “Hi, Mom,” Connor said. He begrudgingly bent his head down so that Hope could kiss him on the cheek. He walked past her and headed up the stairs. “And this must be your little friend!” Hope exclaimed, her voice rising several excited octaves. On the other side of the doorway, slouched and embarrassed, was Marcus. Connor’s friend from college, he was spending the Thanksgiving break
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