I can’t breathe effectively, and my throat genuinely hurts (sometimes for days afterwards), as he fucks my mouth for his own enjoyment - seemingly i...relevant of my own pleasure.But I do enjoy it. Fuck, I do. Just knowing that he’s claiming me so selfishly. Making me his own little fuck toy. I’m just proud to be able to take what he gives me, knowing that so very few would be able to handle him like I can.And then his cum. Jesus, I love his cum. I never hated cum before… but to love it?Something. This old lady was really hot as she was being fucked.Susan moaned and she had her eyes closed, while a young guy pounded her pussy lips with no mercy at all. He suddenly raised his head from Susan’s shoulder and I recognized him as the pool boy of the neighborhood.So I asked if anytime my sensual Ana had been in Susan’s place…The pool guy was black, a very handsome young college boy. His body was sweating under the sun and now I could see his huge hard black cock sliding in and out of Susan. Which meantthat this was my reflection? Without breathing I approached the mirror.The face looked so familiar, even though I had never seen this facebefore. It looked a little like a younger version of my mom, but morelike a sister that had never existed.I stood as far back from the mirror as I could to see as much of my bodyat once. My hair hadn't changed much at all. I guess I inherited mymother's hair either way. The girl in the mirror looked a sweet person.She wasn't super-hot, and could. It was a good shopping spot and the taxes were quite reasonable. We sent Ruth down to the Hotel in-house theater to watch a recently released film about vampires and such nonsense and Patricia treated me to a runway showing of all her new French undies.We never got past the corset and black nylons with garters that framed her perfect heart-shaped derrière. I hoped the film was interesting enough for my daughter to stay watching it whilst I broke in the new night-wear in the proper way in the.