In one vicious push I was buried in her ass and she was screaming in delight. ‘Ah god, that’s it. Fuck your mother up her tight ass. Fuck me hard....Make it hurt for a week. I want to remember how good your cock feels in my ass every time I take a shit. My ass is yours.’ I was pounding her so hard it almost hurt as my balls slapped against her pussy. I’d never imagined Mom could be so wild. I didn’t want this to end. I grabbed my pleasure center and pushed hard to delay the inevitable and. She had married Bill, now in his late fifties, on an agreement she was allowed to be with others, male or female, Bill liked to watch, especially when young girls were involved.She had retired from show jumping and entered her marriage of convenience, where there was security, her love of horses, and her huge sexual appetite, were all rolled into one convenient package. Jilly had mentioned that Bill suffered from erectile dysfunction, and one night on a stay-over, had encouraged the girls to. Either cunt would do to serve my purpose and do she did. Now all is ready for me to proceed with the next step. I must make haste to Avenue Rachel and collect my babies, for the night grows old. Yes! Now, I am off to Avenue Rachel and le Cimetière de Montmartre where my babies await me!"The shadowy figure extended its arms before it, and, with a thunderous clap of its dark hands, disappeared, leaving only a swirl of black mist in its wake.An inky bubble of tar oozed from between two loosely fit. Semi-consciously I now slowly took off my blouse leaving me topless in just my jeans; the kitchen door was still wide open; with beating heart I walked pass it and dropped the blouse in our laundry basket. No escape, no cover up now, the next one to refresh his bucket would be blind not to see me, topless. I was determined not to flinch or cover up, whoever it was would see me, and my pulse was racing and I was now wet. Time seemed to slow and my heart seemed to pound harder. I was unable to.