We lay in bed just holding each other, enjoying the afterglow of our sex, and she said “I may not be here next year, because he has said that he wil... take me to join him, and I am going to miss this” I said “It’s better that you join him, for things might improve between you two” She said “I will never forget our time together, there will always be a part of you with me”We had called for food, which arrived and I collected it, telling her to relax. I served us both, and we sat in bed, feeding. "Stian, I feel like that tool and instrument of yours is going to splinter and crack into two inside my vagina. Be more cautious and painstaking with it please, will you?" You mean ... the banana?"Goodness! There was no more puzzle or teaser or uncertainty about it, or was there still any? Stian happened to fuck and bang my vagina with a godforsaken damn banana? Can you imagine that? How foolhardy and gogga of him! Dammit!At that point in time, I snap and tear open my eyes, horribly stunned and. To the parking lot. Jumping in the car. Taking the passenger seat. Watching at my hot mother in her sexy dress. With a big bulge between my panties. Hard again. Hard for mum. She drove out of town. She encouraged to pull my dick out. Play with him while watching her. Ordered me to touch her tits while she was driving. Let me play with her hard nipples. Poking through her dress. And then she pulled to the right. Into a nearly overgrown dirt path. She drove as fast as possible. Until we were. I then turned to Tom and asked if he had any comments on having wielded the strap, even if it was just 3 strokes. He said surprising me with his touch of wit that the first 2 strokes were ` like swimming at Blackpool...going through the motions, however the first couple of "strokes" were very tentative but then suddenly something had happened and by the third stroke, it was surge of power, a lust, a desire to hurt his wife, a feeling if that`s what she wanted that she could have and that third.