’ ‘You clit is only a bit larger than the average woman’s,’ Michael pointed out. ‘As for your balls, if you like them so much, why do you re...use to wear a bra sometimes?’ He had me there. I did object to wearing a bra on occasion, not because I wanted to disobey him or hold on to any shred of masculinity, but because I wanted the ball grabbing that resulted from my refusal. It felt comforting every time he demonstrated his dominance by squeezing my balls. It made me feel possessed by him each. Her son, despite the ecstasy she had provided for him, sounded jealous. Yet, he had no reason to be jealous. She wasn't fucking anyone besides him. She didn't want to fuck anyone other than her son. She caressed his thigh gently."What's the matter, baby?" she asked."Aw, I don't know," he said."Aren't you having fun, Billy?" Oh, yes, Mother," he said. "I'm just worried, that's all." Worried? What are you worried about?" Well... you know." Come on, darling," Donna urged softly, running her hand. One of the men lay on the floor, and both of them pushed Lucy on top of him, but it was not like she was resisting them. There was a close-up shot, which showed him entering her, and it was a most wonderful sight. Then the other man moved behind her, and her eyes again widened beautifully.Another camera angle from behind them showed what happened. The second man had pushed his raging erection tightly against the other man's, and slid it in as well, until they both were both comfortably inside. "Another stream?" asked Ethan with curiosity."No, that's the Niger alright," she replied with the hint of a smile in her voice."Why do they call it that?" asked Ethan and then heard a strange sounding voice that he hadn't heard in a long time and thought he might never hear again."That's Igbo for 'great water'," said the voice and when Ethan turned around he saw a tall man wearing glasses, his hair greyed out. He hadn't seen him in years, but Ethan knew it was him alright. It was Andy."I don't.