“Mom, when did you get so smart about psychology?” Kyra asked Reba.“When I became ‘Mom,’ of course. Moms are not even amateur shrinks. We’...e damn near pros after about the third or fourth kid, trust me. Now, even though I feel guilty as fuck, I’m also horny. Aren’t you? Let’s admit this much ... we’re both ... very touchy about having the hots for each other, but we do. I was very reluctant to accept that I want to do bad things with my daughters, but I do. So ... we gonna fuck or not?” Reba. ‘Aaaaaaa, Pabby, I beg of you please stop. You are hurting me,’ she shouted as her hymen stretched, under the onslaught of my cock, but did not tear. I pulled my cock back a little and banged it inside her choot. ‘Aaaaaaayyyyyyyiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee,’ she screamed at top her voice as my cock, tearing her hymen, buried it self half inside her fuck tube. I moved my cock slowly in and out. With each stroke my cock went deeper and deeper, till my cock was fully engulfed, in her tube of pleasure.. I need this. I'm sorry, but only Collette can help me with this pain."He turned his head towards Collette, sobbing again. She put her arms around him and pulled his head against her breasts. As she resumed stroking his hair and kissing his forehead, his sobbing slowed, then stopped.Mike lifted his head and gently, tentatively kissed her neck.Jennifer's eyes bulged. She struggled but still could not move. Heart pounding, she mouthed words, but no sound came out. She only heard herself in her. Despite the crowds, it seemed to him that they always ended up close to each other.Normally he would dismiss his suspicions as paranoia. He ruefully paraphrased the old joke in his mind: It’s not paranoia if you saw them fucking.John was not used to this strenuous activity in this searing heat. He felt a little faint. His knees refused to hold him anymore. He spied a concrete bench just outside Sam’s dorm. He plopped his plump frame down. He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and mopped.