And again.The steam billowed around us as he fucked me. The water was so hot on our skin, almost as hot as his body. I savored how tight we were press...d, how he gripped me, how he fucked me with that cock. My son’s big, thick dick.“Oh, yes, fuck Mommy’s naughty cunt,” I moaned, loving talking like that. It was so wrong, so taboo. And that made it feel so amazing. “Fuck your naughty Mommy.”“So naughty,” he groaned, his hips pumping. “You’re almost as tight as...”He bit off his words as he rammed. I knew by now that I didn't like that either.By the time I was 21 we had moved to the other end of the country, had our own flat, both worked and we're starting to enjoy life together. He worked shifts, I worked office hours. We entered a period where his shift work made us ships in the night. We managed it though, still connected. I would often go swimming at a nearby sports centre when he was working. It got boring in the flat, especially as winter set in, I walked there and back to the pool. No, this is not a joke, we are very much real.If you've got this email, it's because we've studied and deemed you as a person who will never find the girl or boy of your dreams. No matter how hard you try, not even in a million years, you will NEVER find a long-lasting and loving relationship. You will be forever alone or forever stuck in a soul-crushingly empty partnership with a person you don't even like. This is backed by evidence of witnessing multiple different realities of you failing to. My knees threatened to give way several times, but somehow I managed to maintain my stance: bent over and sandwiched between the two men. Remi's iron grip on my hips helped enormously.'Your friend Tony loves being topped and tailed like this,' said Saka. 'And so does his friend, the old man who owns this bungalow. They are both tied up in the bedroom, waiting for more sex.'I didn't like the sound of that: Tony was never very keen on bondage, so what was going on.'We have to tie Henry and Tony.