He moved his hands to massage the outside of her pussy. "Your soaking wet" he whispered softly into her ear. "You make me wet baby... I told you I nee...ed to be with you."Paul and I were both mesmerized again and he was slowly working his hand over his cock. Enjoying the scene and enjoying his own touch. I was suddenly aware that without even realizing it, I was doing the same thing. Paul and I were masturbating together to the same beautiful scene unfolding in front of us. Peter continued to. Lately, I’ve been suffocating under the burdens of my Islamic faith, Somali culture and the iron-clad rules of tradition. Something had to give. And the results stunned me. Man have I got a story for you today, dear reader. A little over a month ago, I met this guy named Elijah Morrison. A six-foot-tall, lean and athletic, ruggedly good-looking brother of Jamaican descent who studies criminal justice at the University of Ottawa. I was walking through the Rideau Center and stopped to buy some. 'No,' she said out loud as the water cascaded down her body. 'He's your son… It isn't right to think about him like that. It's sick and perverted.'Annette's mind was troubled as she lay on her bed again after drying off. Ian's face kept popping into her mind's eye. That look… his eyes…'Oh God,' Annette groaned as her fingers worked at her sex again. 'I want to fuck… I'm desperate for a cock… Ian… Ian, my son…'Annette's sob burst from her throat as her climax erupted with such vehemence and her. ..He pulled me up off the floor and turned me around to bend over the kitchen counter and he dropped to his knees... at my suprise he stuck his tongue in between my ass cheeks and for the first time ever i was having my ass licked as he pulled my cheeks apart and buried his face in my ass i thought i would melt right there...I needed him inside me i begged for him to fuck me but he was now in control and i was loving every minute of it.....He stood up and finally gave me what i was begging for.