She had to keep interacting with him, talking to him, touching him, caring for him. Even if it never availed anything more, it might help him cope wit... his fate. So what if he ejaculated? She could clean that up in a jiffy, and nobody would know. Perhaps, the ejaculations – powerful manifestations of his life force – might jolt him out of his state?There was one more possibility, but she forbade herself to think of that. The Great Rite, these days the ritual joining of Athame and Chalice, had. The more she thrashes and panics, the more her pussy clamps down on my cock. It makes it painful, the water washing away some of the lubrication from inside her. But I drive harder into her anyway. Grace kneels straight in front of me on the ledge platform of the tub. She starts slowly jiggling her ass side to side, pathetically. “Up and down, Grace. Make it clap.” She complies reluctantly. She’s not good at it, such a white mom, but it’s so fun to watch her try. Her thick motherly cheeks jump. "That was my dad, she'll be here in about twenty minutes with some of theother family and I already know I don't have enough food on hand." Well we haven't started cooking anything yet, so how much of a problemcould it be?" Belinda asked her.Jenny shrugged and started adding more charcoal to the grill. She hadjust gotten it about ready to light when their car pulled into her lot.They had to park along the street since Belinda and Derek's cars werealready squeezed into what free space she had.. Would you like one, too?" We'll give each other plenty when you come over," the reporter gave Becky a soft kiss then eased her off her lap and handed her a business card. "My home address is on the back. Just have your Mommy call when you can come over to play. We've got to get back to the paper before we miss our deadline." But I haven't finished your photographer," Mommy protested. "I hate to send him off with such a big erection," she giggled, "he might hit it on something." Oh, don't worry..