I wanted to see them at any time, getting dressed to go out, taking a bath, or even peeing.I still found excuses to punch Mom’s tits but I didn’t ...eed any excuse to punch my sister’s tits.Then one day Mom was bent over in the kitchen looking for something in a lower cabinet. I came up behind her and stuck my cock in her pussy from behind. She jumped up and turned around dislodging my cock from her. I punched her right in one tit and then in the other one. She hollered at me for raping her and I. I did enjoy the gatherings very much, butunlike many there, I was not searching for a romantic match. Quite honestly,most of the people there were not my type at all. The Dommes typically camein a few flavours. There were the butch-like bingo playing types that onlystopped smoking long enough to cough out a lung and order another coffee, andthen there were the flakes who found the whole bdsm scene "like cool". Thesewomen were eventually found subbing for a just as flaky male Dom who neededthem. Richard told him to strip.They had seen each other naked many times and even shared stories as they masturbated in their own beds. They had even watched each other do it. They would jack on their cock both saying they wished it was some girl or another. In reality, they really wishing it were each other playing with their cocks but they hadn’t taken it to the next step until this night.Nathan stripped and got down on his hands and knees on the mat and told Richard to do him and do it well.. She imagined again being fingered, and strong desire raged through her. When she thought about holding the Headmaster's cock, her hips bucked and she splashed water over the floor. What was wrong with her? She was a dutiful little wife, not a slut. Wasn't she?She thought about lying on the Headmaster's desk, with her panties pulled down and started fingering her g-spot, she moaned, bucked in the bath and sent water all over the bathroom floor. When she thought about squirting on the.