"I... is hard for me to say in English," he continued."I don't, I don't need you. I can take care of myself," she responded, again rather more petulan...ly than she meant.He looked abashed, like a schoolchild facing the Principal. "I sorry," he continued, "I get English words confused. I try to say things... but come out wrong way."Joanna softened. He always did that to her when he adopted that look. His whole self-effacement act struck her somewhere under her ribcage. "You do fine," she told. None of them expected to survive this mission given that only a lone hero had ever survived a similar voyage.Odysseus had been the first to triumph against the odds, proving that it was possible to survive the sirens by sealing his sailors’ ears with beeswax and having tied himself to a mast so as to witness, first-hand, the temptations sung by the rare creatures determined to lure the men to their deaths. Even with the lessons learned by Odysseus, the crew of Helen’s Grace had become resigned. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting like an animal. I felt both his hands reach around to paw at my tits while his pelvis collided again and again with my ass. My own fingers became a blur on my clit and I let myself go—let the forbidden fantasy overwhelm me—crying and groaning and making a complete mess of my hair. Connor rolled me over and pinned me to the carpet, thrusting back inside of me. I mean Shane! His body raged against mine. Harder and harder. Filling me, holding me—the rapture in. I slowly moved one hand from her upper waist to her navel region. “How is your tummy still flat mom?” I asked.“Why? Do I look old?” she asked.“No no no, you look pretty and young,” I said.“I can understand your love. Now let go of me and wait in the dining table. I’m all yours to hug after breakfast,” mom said. I obeyed mom and left the kitchen. After breakfast, I went to my room. I suddenly got so horny and I started watching porn.The first video on the recommended list was ‘Hot Mom Fucked By.