.. so hard, so beautiful! I... I can't get it out of my mind! Maybe, maybe if I just go back he'll be finished... we can talk... Unconsciously, she ha... slipped one hand off the dresser and into the front of her short robe, a long finger rubbing and stroking her inflamed clit. The throbbing desire in her cunt grew hotter and hotter as she stared into her own lustful reflection, seeing not her face but once again the image of her son, smiling back at her, his hand wrapped around his fat cock,. He just prayed and hoped that I recovered. Thanks to him I did. The organization took care of me and under their guidance I continued my education and earned my doctorate in psychology from an university near by. I was always with myself and trusted no man. I had compassion for people similar to me so worked in the same organization helping others like me. I would visit the church daily and thank the father who saved me. With his blessings I gained my confidence and faced the world with new. Sloane and I had discovered long ago that the cries, moans and screamscoming from Amanda's bedroom were because she was having sex with hergentlemen callers. We just weren't too sure what sex was.Our school's policy was 'abstinence only' and provided no real sexeducation but we were confused as to what we were to abstain fromexactly. That was until one day Sloane and I were walking home and took ashort cut through a small wooded area where kids went to smoke andgenerally ruckus, away from the. She was trying to fan herself and saying she is burning up. The cool breeze of the wind was helping cool her off and she layed back. Jerry was getting an eye full of my wifes bald pussy and he was even stroking himself as he stared at her tight slit. the warm water on her feet was still keeping her feeling hot so she lifted them out and with bent knees put them on the edge on the pool. Opening and losing her legs to fan herself was putting Jerry over the edge. Sandra was in the middle of the.