Maybe the strangest thing to Andrey was that Nikita was gay. All through college there were chicks hanging around Nikita everywhere he went. They laug...ed at Andrey or just ignored him. Many times after the group of girls left, Andrey would go to his room and imagine fucking one of them while he stroked his cock. When his cum shot out, he saw it land on their tits, as he heard them in his head begging for more.When the telephone rang, he knew it was Nikita. No one else called him."Whatssup. She doesn't have to work again, she can retire and be adoctor again or she can write a book about her life. It doesn't matter,she has saved up enough money and she has access to our jet to travelwhere she wants to travel to so it's pointless to argue. She will begiven a proper send-off and enjoy her retirement in peace. I do have toask her to go out in a way that will live on in legend, one that onlyshe could come up with. She's going out a champion, she deserves to goout on top and with her. I shook, shoulders slamming against the tree, roughly rising up, guided by the rough, slippery appendages. The swirling cords whirled around my arms and legs, spreading me into an x-shape, pinning me against the tree as it ravaged my supple body. It pushed in and out, violent and forceful, its cock too deep, too wide, too fast and too hard, and yet not enough. Its pulsing balls moved around each other inside of me, turning each nerve into spasming pinpricks of ecstasy. The insidious things. Miranda was 5' 9" with brown hair. For a 40-year-old woman, she had the body of a super model. Her 36C breasts were being pushed up with the aid of her bra. Her ample cleavage highly visible even in her business suit. "Mom!" Kyle yelled in surprise. "I-I was just- I mean I was-" Kyle stammered, embarrassed as he held his rapidly dwindling erection in his hand. "Sweetie, it's okay," Miranda reassured him. "I do it, too." Kyle was astonished. His mother just admitted that she pleasured herself..