I let loose and gasped for air as i stood up and said," Oh shit you big!" He stood up as i leaned over the computer desk saying," Mmmmmm what a nice r...und ass. Im going to pound it good and hard!" I thought to myself that i dont know if i can handle him in my ass and how long its been since i was fucked in the ass. He eased it in my soaking wet pussy as he squeezed my hips working it in and out getting faster and harder. Our bodies began smacking together as he drove it in hard and faster as i. Everyone knew I disliked him, but I was unlucky one night after a get together. Everyone had been drinking, and everyone got drunk. Everyone except me and the coworker who's house we were at. Everyone was going to sober up before going home, but of course the coworker I disliked had to get home because he had to go to work early the next morning. They got the bright idea of having me drive him home. I told them no repeatedly but I eventually ended up doing it. He got in my car and we started. The throbbing erection caught the material. It bent downward for a moment before whipping back up and smacking against his stomach. It continued to flop for a few seconds, bobbing enticingly, just inches from the face of his cock-starved mother. Jessica wrapped both hands around it and softly inhaled. "Oh, Jason. Oh, my beautiful boy...it's just lovely." What looked good in the dark the night before looked even better in the light of day. Jessica leaned forward, wrapped her lips around the. And which of these two voices was hers, truly hers? She'd been forced to take a drug, she knew that, and the drug was obviously working its evil on her, but why was this evil so enjoyable? Was it possible that the drug had only freed her to hear her own deepest yearnings and desires? Was it possible that both the voices were hers, or even more horrible to contemplate, that the voice of lust was the only one that really belonged to her, that the other voice was only an overlay, some outside.