She cried in pain and shouted to get off her immediately. I did not listen to her. I pulled my dick out and pushed into her again. I started fucking h...r.My dick was already wet and so was her pussy and so, there was no need for lubrication. Sounds of “thup thup” were being generated. She started shouting and crying “amma champestunnav ra. Aapu ra. Aapu ra. Edo ayindi ra lopala. Aapu ra” (you are killing me. stop it. stop it. something has happened inside me. stop it). She tried to push me away. For about three years after both friends returned, they were regulars at our house. They both were ultra respectful of my wife and at the same time protective of her. I always knew when they were around even if I was working that she was safe, while neither of them would ever let anything happen to her, nor would they take advantage of her. One night during winter, both Chris and David were at our house for several days. We had been snowed in, so we were all suffering from cabin fever. Our Wii. His eyes trekked further south, closer to where the creek branched and even further from the nearest camping ground. There! His eyes quickly spied the sinuous orange movement of a fire. Camping equipment laid helter-skelter about the small clearing, as if the owners had just begun to set up their campground. Next to the crackling fire – not very safely made, he noted with a smile – he could see the telltale marks of a little mischievous outdoor entertainment. An open wine bottle, two glasses. "Open your mouth and you can" I told her and she obidently opened her mouth. As she bucked under her orgasm, I moved my stream of piss up into her mouth until it finally died off. Pointing at the pool of piss on the floor I told her "Lick that all up, then have a shower. There are towels in the cupboard. "Sir, I need to pee sir, badly" my mother said. I moved quickly, grabbing her by the birds nest of her morning hair and pinned her against the wall. "You don't speak unless spoken to, or I tell.