” Anita stated. “I felt pretty sluttish… It felt good!”“You’re not a slut!” Sharon joked. “Maybe a little whorish… but not a slut!�...“I guess the next thing was the handle of my hairbrush. That was good for a long time. The end was rounded and tapered, then got larger again and tapered back down near the bristles. I could push it as deep as the bristles and keep it inside without holding it with my hand.” Anita explained.“Wow… cool!” Sharon exclaimed. “So, did you just kneel on the bed or. I blinked when I saw a wet spot on her thong.Four more whacks and each time the young slut moaned. She was gripping the bedcovers and breathing heavily with obvious arousal — and it was contagious. Now I had a growing erection and couldn’t hide the fact.“My God, Mr. Johnson are you getting hard?” She wriggled again. “I’m already wet. Go on, have a feel.”I eased my hand between her milky thighs and used my middle finger to trace along her slit. Oh yes, Kitty was definitely wet and she moaned and. You won’t get anything if you marry me.Me: What do you mean by that? What is the problem you are talking about?(Then she revealed the truth.)Mom: Vijay, I am pregnant.Me: What!(I was happy to hear that, but at the same time, I became sad because I couldn’t share this happiness with anyone.)Then I understood the problem mom was facing now. Without a husband, she became pregnant and she couldn’t be able to tell that the baby’s father was her son. Then I suggested her to leave the place. But she. "Sit," he commanded, pointing to the wooden chair. She sat. He was wearing cowboy boots and tight fitting jeans. His genitals were on display through a cutout in the jeans. He wore a cowboy shirt and hat. She had never saw him dressed in anything but suits at work. "Open your legs and excite me," he said. She opened her legs wide giving him a full view of her pussy. She had learned not to resist any command. He stroked his cock, and she watched it grow bigger and bigger. It was huge. To her it.