He pushed slowly all the way in, I could feel his tight balls against my legs.He pulled all the way out, again teasing me with the tip, then pushed al... the way in.He started thrusting harder, pulling me towards him, my clit was spraying precum everywhere.I could feel him swell, speed up his pace, moan in my ear, bite my neckOne last pushHe filled me with his hot cum, pumping my tight wet ass all the timeOhh it felt soo good.We kissed, he put his arm around me, we fell asleep spooning, his hard. ”“I doubt that’d stop her,” I said.“I know it wouldn’t.” He wiped his mouth. A bell jingled as the door opened. “And there’s the last of our little band. If you’re going to get lunch, I’d get in line with Wayne.”I saw the chubby giant white-haired man come in wearing a puffy coat hung open over a sweater vest. He nodded to Peter and headed over to the line.“Uh...”“Call him ‘Doctor Carlsen’ if you want to stroke his ego a bit,” he said. “Though he’s probably as ambivalent about that as. . we think there may be a connection that we have. We’d like to find out for sure.”I looked at Beth, who had her eyes down. I took a deep breath, then let it out. “I’ve read a couple of psychology books. You’re right about the dream of flying, typically it does mean freedom. I guess if we tried to meditate a little, it couldn’t hurt.” That brought a smile to Beth’s face, and a look of relief to her eyes.Eve smiled as well. “Good. Mom’s book said that if we touch like we are, hands joined, and. She was becoming a wanton, she knew, a slut who wanted to be tied up, bound helplessly, and have her sons do all kinds of degrading things to her body.She ran her tongue over her lips as she stared at Tommy's cock. If her hands weren't tied up, Susan would have enjoyed feeling that hard-on, playing with it, jacking him, maybe watching the come gush form that tiny piss hole. It was something she had never done before, jack a cock off and watch it squirt, but the idea was appealing to her,.