"Sweetheart, I don't know," I replied. "I just..." Is it something we did, Mom? I mean, Andy and me really wanted tonight to be special for you both."...Oh, Honey, no! No, not at all. You and Andy are ... I don't even have words for how wonderful you both are." Then what is it, Honey?" Mary Ann asked.I wished I had a clear answer. So many things were going through my mind. Besides the obvious thoughts like, "Am I fucking insane?" there were a multitude of others. What would our lives be like if. Doug’s cock was not one of those monsters I had watched earlier on the porn site but at just under seven inches it was more than enough cock for me. There have been times when the head of his cock has pushed against my cervix and been a little uncomfortable but usually it was just like this, filling me up completely. I moved up and down his shaft loving the sensation of being empty and then filled. I could feel perspiration break out between my breasts and my cunt got slicker than ever on his. My legs are spread, and my ankles tied to each of the bottom bed posts. I try to squirm, but a couple of smacks to my head take care of that. I am instructed to count out after each whack-"one, and another, please sir" and so forth, until I am told to cease counting. The first whack rips heat through my body, and my ass cheeks cringe in pain. I yell my first count. Patrick paddles me again, and again, and again. They all want to see more of my ass, but my coat tail is in the way. I feel. “Go on.” She insisted“Because of my penis size.” John frowned.“I find that a little hard to swallow. Pardon the pun.” Ms. Pierson mused; he thought he heard Ms. Styles let out a little laugh at her comment. “It’s true.” John said shyly.“Well you know what they say Mister Lovecraft. Seeing is believing. Why don’t you show us this cock that the girls were fighting over?” Ms. Pierson smiled. John couldn’t believe what he was hearing.“What, Here?” John groaned.“Yes here, if I am to believe any of.