One afternoon she visited the shop.She almost fainted when she saw the boy unpacking packages of books. He was so much lighter than she was, and his f...atures were less African than hers as well, but somehow she knew, even if she’d never seen him before, he was the baby who had been taken away from her at birth. His cheekbones and nose were hers. She knew without a doubt it was her son. He appeared to be about twelve years old.“Good afternoon.” Her voice almost broke when she spoke the. One guy was inside her in a flash and was soon pounding into her dripping pussy. The other guy took up his position at her mouth. She reached out with her hand and pulled him into her.All of her friends were crowding round the table, shouting at the guys to fuck her good, give her the best fuck of her life, fuck her deep, give her one last good fuck before she settles for one small cock for the rest of her life.Lisa was in heaven. Her pussy was still tingling from the orgasm she'd had earlier,. The anticipation, and to his great joy the jolt making her bladder suddenly allow itself to release. He rose from the seat he had taken to watch, switched off the machine, then slid a new probe into the still wet urethra, and then yet another large one, in, to rest against her cervix. He smiled as he added the two wires to the mixer, and then switched it all back on turning the power up a tad. He smiled at her, turned on the music centre tape recorder to record, then said, “you may scream if. In those moments, every orgasm, I am empty of all hurt and taunting thoughts. For that finite amount of time, my brain stops and I feel light in every nerve ending. I become a spirit, floating outside of my quaking human form, and hearing my moans and breath in the distance as if they were coming from somewhere else. I am released from bondage of anxiety and brokenness, until the moment passes, the shaking subsides and my spirit form is forced to return to its hollow shell. Then the longing.