One sort of gets used to things like that. Jenny was on the floor, then, her perfect cunt desperately open and glistening, her hands cuffed in the sma...l of her back, pinned by her own body, and that glorious hair, cherry red at the time, lovingly braided by yours truly, woven into the straps of a leather harness that lifted her heavy tits, each now crowned with iron hard nipples. Of course you know that her whole face was buried under his faeces. One could hardly make out where her features. She had a daughter working with her who i fucked on the third day of her visit to our house. the first day i saw her when i was home alone i had an instant hard on and literally had to go to the washroom to masterbate when they were cleaning the floor with cloth, you had to see her body man she was so fucking hot, good decent tits id say a C cup and what an ass, better than disney land i would want to snuck my head in that ass and lick it like butterscoth ice cream.. On the 3rd day the mother. He heard grunts coming from next to him that sounded like Starfire orgasming, he realised she was on a similar chair next to him, he hated her and all women everywhere, how the hell did they enjoy this? To his humiliation he could feel his cock getting hard; he started to feel pleasure as his prostate was consistently hit. Eventually, despite the pain that the dildo was causing him as it ripped up his ass he came, his wad flew up and covered his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief; surely. “I know mom, I'm just shocked. I had absolutely no idea I'd find that last night. So just give me some time OK?” I asked. “OK sweetheart. I really want you to be OK with this. I did notice that you really made her seem less bitchy. I remember her bitching about boyfriends a lot, and now I'm hearing nothing about that. So you must have made her happier as you two did it. So be happy a little bit,” Christina replied. I heard her, but I was still a little upset. “OK mom. Just give me some time,” I.