I love you, Sara! Idon't love your boyfriend. Mistress, please! Nobody could ever love youmore than I do. I love you more than he does. Don't marry hi.... Please,Mistress, marry me instead. Please!" Oh, Patricia, enough of that! I know you love me. And I love you also...,but not like that." But why, Mistress?" Pamela asked, a sense of defeat in her voice."You just saw why! My gosh, Pammy! You don't have what Mike has. How inthe world could you ever give such pleasure to me as Mike just did?" I. Ann and I shrugged, and removed our dresses, puttingour shoes in the locker with them. Ann wasn’t wearing agarterbelt, but pantyhose, without the panty part. Theylooked like pantyhose equivilants to garterbelts. She eyed my garterbelt, running her finger along asupport, brushing her hand against my bush lightly. Islapped her hand playfully, and we waited for Mom,putting our masks back on. Mom told us we both looked very sexy, and took ourhands, leading us out of the locker room. We. He must have just finished nutting and was pulling his cock from her. I was right there as his cock came out. I saw all the white cum in mom's gaping pussy and some even dripped down onto her bush. Then they noticed me and everyone rushed to cover up and I ran out of the room. But that image of mom's beautiful cum filled pussy was forever burned into my brain. After that I spied on mom and dad often. I got really good at it. They rarely closed the door to their bedroom when they had sex. And. And time I would thrust my penis so deep in. Bury it in your cunt.And I just kept thrusting you harder and harder, faster and faster. I could see you bite your lips in ecstasy. I would pull your hair as I was thrusting you deeper and even deeper. I could tell that you have never before felt pleasure like this and now you needed more of this from me.So, you would come back to me again and again to receive even stronger and intense pleasure every second time. I was ramming you pussy. You were.