Intro. My dear, Elena's voice, although soft and nuanced tears that had just dripped, kept heartbreaking warmth when she looked at you, her beautiful face like a fragile mourning mask and fragile hope. Her big and rounded breasts, barely protected by her thin blouse, up and down with each breath of vibrating breath, a concrete proof of her sadness. oh, I know you will come! My son, my son,. he stepped doubtfully forward, his hands reached out as if he wanted to touch your arm, but then pulled him back, as if he was not sure of his rights over that comfort. A quiet but powerful force. However, his gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes widened with an unpaid request. you are always so good, so understanding, you want you to live with mother now, because your father is dead. You as a wealthy and handsome son, a large & tall muscular body and a very large long hard thick penis