She started to moan again. I slid a third finger in and then tried a fourth finger she seemed to like all of the movement since she was still having o...gasms. I slid deeper. I worked there for a few minutes. She had at least three more orgasms. I then started “French” kissing her deeply. This sent her over the top. She grasped my wrist and pulled more of me into her pussy. I started fisting her deeply. She kept fucking my fist until she passed out. I removed my fist slowly and she put my cock in. Jenny reached up and unbuttoned the straps holding up the front bib of her overalls. The bib dropped. She unbuttoned the sides and let the garment drop to her waist.At this point, Omar could see that he had struck oil! In spite of her shabby and innocuous costume, this woman was clearly a ten on the looks scale. He could see her defiance beginning to crumble. The hesitation in her confidence was starting to show. Her lips were starting to tremble. He could see tears forming in the corners of. But, I simply couldn't. After about 30 seconds I began to plead "ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts." He kept fucking me ruthlessly though with an angry look on his face. Instead of getting angry at him, I just whimpered and pled, "please sir, I'm sorry, it hurts to much. Let me suck you instead." What a change? Here I was in horrible pain as he kept jamming his cock into me but instead of telling him pull out I was pleading and begging, apologizing for not taking it. Angrily he pulled out. He ripped. I then went to the living room, and began the very difficult task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to help, but I wasnt willing to have her know of my incestuous intentions. I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my upper body as best I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I couldnt see a thing, and waited. Anticipation coursed through me. The egg teased me relentlessly. Then the door opened… and closed. I heard him walk into the.