Liam sighed. He’d had enough of women crying for one week. Although he’d be grateful to have the chance to watch Carly cry again. She wasn’t ret...rning his phone calls. ************* The memory of his hands on her body felt like hands on her body. Firm, but gentle touches. Soft caresses and fleeting, breathy kisses down her body. She fell asleep thinking about him, and woke up thinking about him, and couldn’t help thinking she shouldn’t be thinking about him. She should be thinking about. I was sort of hoping to make him cum as that cock was hurting me more than just a bit.”ahhhhh KAY, ” John yelled out.I felt his cock swell then start to throb. John grabbed my hips and buried his cock fully in my asshole. I screamed as that huge cock felt like it was ripping my asshole apart. I suddenly felt his warm cum filling my asshole. In a way, it seemed to soothe the burning in my asshole.I fell forward on the bed moaning loudly both in pain and pleasure as a super wet orgasm came over. He threw the blanket back and climbed out of bed. He put on a clean set of shorts and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He found that she had been there and used the shower. After washing his cock of its stickiness, he walked out bare chested to find her. Looking into his mother's bedroom, it was empty.He found her standing at the picture window looking out to the choppy rough seas. Her back was to him. Her arms were folded across her chest. Emma was wearing a shirt. A man's shirt. His. "I picked a grape off the plate and it's sweetness hit me like a millionhot fudge sundaes all in one little sugar bomb. My body was craving thisafter what we had just done...Then I inhaled sharply, my back tensing from Daddy's strong fingers,suddenly so cold on my belt marks, but he was delicate...and it feels soso good....He had brought a container of healing lotion (CeraVe, great for this) andhe was giving me the 'aftercare' that I had read about when exploring theBDSM lifestyle on line... I.