He laughs as he slams into her, enjoying each and every stroke as he hears her gasps come from under the gag. He is enjoying his abouse of her body so...much and wants her to give into him. He reaches up and grabs her be the throat, not hard enough to hurt her, just hard enough for her to notice and feel him taking complete control.As he slams into her with his hand on her throat, he feels her pussy start to tighten around his cock. He knows all to well what is coming from his previous times of. What we would do on our big Valentines Day date. What we would wear. What we would eat. What… What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen — nothing more. You arent really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentines Days night alone. ****** I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be here after our big date. Wanting to have you read me that Valentines card full of clich?that you had gotten for me. Wanting to read you. As the quantity grew, I was delighted with the opportunity to narrow my criteria and be able to pick and choose. When they started coming in, I was amazed by what I saw, and I started noting how outright beautiful some were. (Yes, we girls can be very critical of each other, sometimes quite catty, but most of us know a good looking woman when we see one: how else do we know when to get jealous?)As I said, I think it was when I saw the applicants that I modified my plans. I have, at times, found. "We shouldn't do this." You could stop," he said. "You haven't."His mom's lithe body rocked against his as fast as before. When she rose above him Michael knew his cock was exposed and that the entire room could see the lewd display of the union of mother and son. He knew the men were looking at his mother's pussy while his cock pumped away at it. He liked that. Inside his breast some deep a****l force rose, fierce and determined. He'd never felt this way - for his mother or for any woman. But.