That’s normally the calls for help I answer anyways. The people who turn to gods aren’t as fun, so I leave those to my siblings, but I’m not sur... they answer them either.”“But anyways enough about me, let’s talk about you. I’ve seen you and many others reading those choose your own adventure stories. They’ve piqued my interest but I was curious how people would play them if the person you were reading about was actually real and under your control. So I spent some time watching everyone playing. She had taken me back to bed.Mom:- Why don’t you go to a hospital?Me:- No need mom. This is normal. I think the bike handle had hit my manhood. That may be the reason. So even if I go to a doctor he can’t cure it. It will take 2,3 days.Mom:- So 2,3 days you can’t pee?Me:- yes mom. That’s what make me scared.Mom:- what shall we do?Me:- Nothing mom…. But…Mom:- what?Me:- it is not good mom. if you can take it in a friendly manner and if you said you wont get angry I can told this to you.Mom:- Come. I told him not to stop and I slid my hips up and down, taking every inch of his cock as I worked myself up and down its thick length whilst he persevered at my clit, never letting go. I need to come… I need to… Rising up as far as I could in the car, I held myself with just the very tip of him inside me before slamming myself back down and filling my pussy with his thick cock. I only managed about three or four more times like this before feeling my pussy erupt on him, squeezing hold and. ‘Stand up for a minute.’ She did, her butt cheeks rasping against the roof of the car as she crouched over him. He leaned forward, teeth gripping the silk of her panties, hand holding the waistband and with a quick wrench, tore the panties, using them to wipe the wetness from between her thighs. She squirmed, feeling his silk covered fingers wipe away the stickyness. ‘Christ, what a mess,’ he said, wiping at his crotch with the panties. He zipped up, tossing her panties on the floor. Pulling.