How was I supposed to sleep knowing all this, knowing that my mom could walk in and fuck me at any moment and I couldn’t say or do shit about it. I ...inally got up and got ready to take a shower. I slide my panties down and spread my legs, I was aching so much, I took a picture and sent it to Brent showing him I still had all 3 toys deep inside my hole. I slowly removed my tank top exposing my large firm 40DD tits, my long burgundy hair fell softly across my breast. I could just barely notice. After John got excited I threw my legs over his and rubbed him, I could tell he's trying so hard to hide it from but I broke him. His hands crept up my legs and to the red underwear I had underneath. Letting out a moan by him rubbing my pussy, I then gripped on his arm and my nail sunk into his skin, causing him to groan a little. Well, teasing is what I'm good at so I raised my hand for the Professor to come over, he did. I asked him some question while he was over me. The Professor really. With specific reference to sex stories, this means it’s harder to write gay scenes than straight ones. When a straight couple fucks, ‘he’ and ‘she’ have very clear references. When two women or two men go at it you end up with problems. The line “As Karen and Elizabeth’s passion grew, she slipped her hand into her pussy” for instance, could mean one of eight different things depending on who ‘she’ and the two instances of ‘her’ refer to. Of course what I meant in this case is that Elizabeth. I rolled back and forth on the ground and Tom shouted ‘Quiet! If you make any more load noise I’ll kick much harder next time! Understood?’ I tried my best to stop. I still cried but I suppressed my noise as good as I could. I kneeled down now, between Tom and his friends who formed a privacy protection to the door. Tom said ‘And now, kiss my cock!’ … His words hit me even more then his kick. Suddenly all the pain was gone and i stopped crying immediately. I felt frozen and couldn’t think.