I felt humiliated being fucked like this by my son. I couldn’t help but cry as he continued to have his way with me. He started pulling my hair with...one hand while tightening his grip on my tit with the other. I felt like this monster was going to rip my hair out while he started to thrust away harder. Now a feeling of guilt was sprouting amongst overwhelming fear and pain. A piece of my deep womanhood was actually being aroused by this rough fucking. Save for maybe the first years of college. “At my expense” He adds quickly.The workman leaves the silence hanging, toying with her as she visibly squirms, her back now pressed up against the hallway wall as he gradually edges closer, through the door of the living room and encroaching on her personal space. Once again Beth tries to steal herself, takes a deep breath and lift her head to look at him, trying to regain some control over the situation.The moment almost vibrates with tension through Beth’s now trembling body, as she holds. She was horrified, yet somehow she was quietly excited. Their eyes were still on each other. Her little heart began beating harder. She didn’t know what to say. At last, after at least a minute of total silence between them sanjay decided to continue. He took a deep breath before plunging further. “not only would i have wanted to see you but to be honest i… I’ve, er… You know when i’m alone in my room, i’ve thought about seeing you that way… And, er, having you see me.” “sanjay!!!” she almost. Which is a good thing because I have super-strong sensesincluding taste, which can be a lot less fun than you might think.While I'm waiting for breakfast, I put on the TV and they're showingfootage of the latest Superior. He looks like a teenager, maybe eighteenyears old, and he's pretty good. Apparently, some robbers took off witha bank truck full of money, and then this kid comes out of nowhere,doing better than sixty miles an hour, without a car. Then he makes thisamazing leap and lands in.