Then tore at her robe and satin nightgown up to her waist. Only then did she attempted to roll away from me - a quick twist of her arm behind her back...stilled any remaining rebellion.Mothers white ass seemed to shine in my dark room and I realized that it wiggled delightfully as mother was undergoing violent shakes ever few seconds.The path was set and there was no turning away.My hand came down with a deafening smack, her ass flattened and reverberated wildly. Mother suddenly straightened out. She dug her fingers deep into her pussy looking for that elusive g-spot. She writhed, no longer interested in not being discovered. She had to cum. Her body screamed for relief. None came. She almost shouted in frustration.The sounds had died down from the blond’s bunk. Amy gave up trying to achieve her own satisfaction. Her nerves were on edge. She couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where was she? Was she in a cell like hers? Was she ok? Why did Margaret think that joining the. When we arrive we open a couple of bottles and sit down on a bench. We sit relaxing for about half an hour, occasionally kissing and taking in what is going on around us. Suddenly I feel a hand move up my leg and thinking it is Michelle turn to her to see that both her hands are holding onto the bottle. From under the table I hear a moan and look down. The hand, now gripping my flaccid cock is attached to a very attractive black girl who has her legs tied to a rope which is in turn tied around. ” “You enjoyed it? The excitement? The sensations? The orgasms?” “Yes.” “So, tell me, if you enjoyed all of that, but you still love me, and I still love you, what’s the difference?” “I don’t know. I just know that … I don’t know. It’s just not right.” “But I told you that it was all right. I wanted you to enjoy it. If it’s all right with me, what is the problem?” “Because it isn’t.” “Are you changed, physically? Damaged? Injured?” “No, not really.” “Are we going to still be able to make love?”.