The moans come all the way from the kitchen that is in the back. The kitchen floor is glistening and there is a frying pan on the stove. The fresh veg...tables and fine meat is almost burned, because at the far end of the counter, Susan Ward is bend over the kitchen counter and braces herself against the thrusts of her son Danny. The only piece of clothing Susan wears is a white apron that was a gift from her son and now is the only thing restricting her bouncing tits. The apron once said “Kiss. "Let's start again shall we," she said with a big smile. "Hi my name is Judy."I was somewhat taken aback for I didn't even know her name until now."Hi Judy," I replied. "My name is Peter and I'm a virgin too." Oh my," she said with a giggle. "I don't know why I said all that to you. I suppose I was drawing a line in the sand." What?" I said somewhat confused."Doesn't matter," she said with another giggle and she reached out and touched my hand. "Wait for me later and you can walk me home."We. The feelings were too much I began to babble "Nuh... no... nooo... too much, ohh too big, hurt, nuh no uhhh... yeah..."Lawrence kept on humping me his eyes tight shut seemingly oblivious to my pleas.As if another person I heard myself moan, "Lawrence nuh... nuh... no, please, nuhhhhh... uuhhhh... yes that's good. yees... please don't stop, fuck me, fuck me harder pleassssse?="Pain dissolved into exquisite pleasure and a sense of utter fulfilment. I could feel every inch of Lawrence's penis. All four women had gotten to the point where they were watching the clock as much as watching their monitors. It was 21h47, Monica’s heavy-lidded eyes were just sliding shut, yet again, when Heather let out a small screech.“What ... what happened... ?” came in various guises from the other three in the room.“Look, look here.”Heather rewound the DVD disc, back to a frame, where the date-time in the bottom right corner showed today’s date, 15h40, in other words, only four hours ago.The women all.