Jake was with her and he apparently had something on his mind. I wasn’t quite sure what, but he wanted to speak to us, so I rushed to put on some co...fortable clothing, at least for now. I hoped for the best, as he had already surprised us by not immediately leaving his wife’s side. He sat down, still in his Sunday best, of all things, and, yes, he had a Bible with him, along with other materials. I wondered the hell he had in mind, but I was civil, as was Heather, though she still refused to. After awhile, I begin to hear noises behind me but before I could turn around, the man grabs my head and with his dick still in my mouth he leads me to the couch where he sits back to enjoy the head. Before I know it, I feel the woman putting a cold gel on my ass then she forcefully thrusts her 8 inch strapon in my ass. The initial penetration hurt but as soon as she started thrusting, I was hooked. With her bigger frame she could really generate power with her strong pounding; the man made. “Oh Shit. Again!” She said with an almost begging tone.Slap! I hit her now red ass cheek once more as I was fucking this woman hard enough that I felt I may have to apologize for later. I was thrusting, no throwing myself into her. You could feel our bones impacting with each other as if we had tenderized the skin and muscle that used to be between them.“Again.” She said in the same begging tone.SLAP!!!!!! You hear ring threw the building as my hand impacted with her hot red skin. You could. Around age fourteen I discovered I had a smoking fetish and whenever my aunt was around, I’d have an erection. Like I said, she smokes constantly so I’d frequently be visiting the bathroom to masturbate to thoughts of her puffing on her cigarette. soft lips sucking on the filter tip, taking in the smoke. Each day went by very smoothly. It was a relief to no longer be living at home. There weren’t any rules and I had plenty of privacy. Uncle Jack was gone most of the time, busting his ass at.