That’s how babies are made.”“Sounds messy.”“Mmmmm,” she said wistfully and realised when she saw the look in his eye. “It’s very plea...ant also. If done right.”“And that’s masturbation is it?”“No. That’s a fuck.” The words had slipped out before thinking. She saw the smirk on his face. “Masturbation is when you use your hand instead of a…a….”“Cunt?”“Yes. A cunt!”There was silence for a few moments. Tony broke it.“Can you show me?”“WHAT!”“Aw, c’mon mum!” he pleaded. “I don’t know if I’d. "You sure?" I pushed the head of my cock in between her cheeks She groaned and moved her hips forward "I'm too small, please just fuck my pussy" I stuck my cock back in her pussy, relentlessly pounding her into the sink. She didn't hold her screams back, everyone in the bar must have known someone was getting a good fucking. "Get on the floor" I ordered as I stepped away jerking his cock. She got on her back and spread her legs. I grabbed her ankles and pushed them back to her head as I shoved. ‘I mean Angela. I’m sorry, but if I use any formal title you’ll be punished.’ Angela listened and pretended to be sympathetic, ‘Come on let’s get this eaten.’ For the next few minutes Mary scooped oatmeal out of the bowl and put it in front of Angela who dutifully took in and swallowed every morsel. It was totally tasteless, no sugar, milk or anything to offset the sticky bland substance. Then Angela wrote the dreadful apology, and for the next hour read over the parts of the Bible Vonda had. . Bhi achhi chal rahi thi to mebhi usake samane wale sofe par bedh gaya abb mujase jyada sabar nahi ho raha tha or mene usako puch hi liya ki wo meri thumsup maza ke jese pina chegi to usane bhi kaha ki ha kyu nahi jo thumsup achhi hogi to kyu nahi or me abb khul gaya tha or kittchan me jake pani piya or usake piche jakar usake chikane chikane boobs par hath rakh diya or wo to shoke ho gai mene kaha ki kya huwa to boli kuch nahi gud gudi ho rahi he abb wo bhi khul rahi thi mere sath to mene.