Her mind was a torrent of conflicting, chaotic, catastrophic thoughts. Raw emotions, fueled by the raging tempest in her mind, flooded her body with a...ternating waves of desire, shame, sensual need, heated embarrassment, and most of all obedient servitude. Gwen could feel her bare ass exposed and pointed outward at her mother of all people, her tits hanging down, open to anyone’s view, her mouth covered by the damp sex of her sister, all signs that she had descended (or climbed?) to a new low,. . " We're not talking about that," Paul said. I didn't know what it could be, but then Paul pointed down and I saw it. Somehow, while Tommy was peeing in my mouth, I'd peed in the bath. I watched the last of it go down the drain. I knew that they were annoyed that they'd missed the show.Paul said, "Your Mum will be home soon, but don't think you won't be punished for this." Please... " Unless you want us to leave your knickers lying around for her to find... " No, please don't do that. I. My entire body was tingling with anticipation.Tom was squealing and moaning like a whore, with the occasional cracked voice. He clawed at my hips, and his back was almost always arched in pleasure. My cum was boiling inside of me; I had to get rid of it. I had to get it into him.I growled, my hands reaching forth and grasping his wrists. I pulled back, as if they were his reigns, and began to fuck him wildly. Tom went nuts, his head thrown back, gasping through his teeth and unable to control. Work kept my busy with last minute arrangements and tiny emergencies that had to be sorted out. Still, it was impossible not to think of him when I got into my car each morning, my eyes searching my windshield. It was impossible to not think of him at work, with his art all around me. It was impossible not to think of him when I walked into my apartment, it was so infused with the spicy, woodsy smell of coriander. I had no one to blame for this. I was the one who set the conditions of our.