As she kept humping the pillows more and more, her clit pressed against them, heat and desperate pleasure spreading through her pussy and she came.But...no. She wasn’t done.Roshni loved fingering herself and she wasn’t done so quickly. She walked naked into the bathroom and sat down on the floor of the shower and grabbed the shower-head. This was her favourite way to fuck herself. She spread her legs lying against the cold bathroom tiles and grabbed the hand shower and water forced out of it. She. It sort-of just physically causes the right spasms, and a release of seminal fluids. I closed my eyes, taking solace from my aches and pains, and imagined I was providing service to a master or mistress, or that they were just using me as they desired without regard to my own feelings.I could sense, I could feel an impending…. something… Release? Emission? Certainly not any kind of earth-shattering orgasm. Certainly nothing really very pleasurable.My muscles contracted once. Twice. I should. Mum took the lead and gestured with her finger for me to move closer so I stepped up to the edge of the sofa, my cock growing an extra inch in anticipation as she reached forward and putting her fingers into the waistband pulled my shorts over my cock and down to the floor, my cock sprung out proudly.She nodded to Val who did the same with Dad and very soon we were both standing naked in front of them.“Follow my lead” she said softly to Val who looked on intently as Mum reached forward taking. He hadn’t had any good times in years. Maybe it was the absence of good times that he missed the most. The kinds of memories that would help him fill his days in the old folks’ home.Ten years that were absent of good memories. He had a lot of memories of that time, but none of them gave him that much pleasure. He tried to focus on pleasant memories. Only two came to him: his visit to the casino where he’d had that incredible winning streak, and the subsequent visit to the whorehouse. Well,.