Jake is a good enough dude. We didn't know each other before the University's computers randomly assigned us as roommates last fall. He's from a small...town and a little bit country. Short guy, not particularly handsome, but friendly.But the one thing I learned about him early on was this: the man is a complete porn addict. I discovered this in the first few months together before he got his own computer when he would leave my browser history (and sometime just open windows he forgot to close). Actually we both were bad. An eighteen year old son and his thirty-six year old mother, both naked except for some paint, yours truly with an erection, standing together under the warm water drizzling down on us from the multiple shower heads, still pretending that this had nothing to do with sex. We both knew exactly what was going to happen but neither of us were even going to mention it.The paint I'd bought for our disguises turned out to be significantly more difficult to remove that either. It was still extra-sensitive from the punishment Paul's fingers and nails had exerted on it.She moved her hand up and ran her fingers lightly over the less tender area of her shoulder. She could still detect the fine line of the healing lash-cut, but she was sure it would not leave a scar.When she realized that she was concerned over her appearance, it gave her a small lift. She must be hanging on to some shreds of hope if she could care about how she might look in the future.She wondered if. His penis was now stiff and standing up. He stroked her clitoris gently, and slid his finger down between her labia and the inner lips of her vagina to the tightly closed opening. He smoothly stroked it, and began working a fingertip into it. “Whoa, my pussy has never felt that tight before, but don’t stop. DON’T STOP.” Sara said. John smoothly slid his finger into her vagina and thrust it as deep as he could. “Wow. Is that really your finger? It feels SO big, and how can you stick it SO deep.”.