Normally, only Pristines were allowed to visit my study and thus the most shocking aspect for me of Claire's presence here was the very fact that she ...as most definitely not a Pristine."Um, hi," Claire timidly stated as she came a step closer to my desk. "My name is..." I know what your name is," I cut her off with a dismissive wave of my hand. "The more relevant question is, 'Why are you here?'" I thought that would be obvious," she replied in a still calm but mildly sarcastic voice. "I want. Roger Carmel had not changed -- he had evolved, breaking out of his self-imposed, unhealthy cacoon from a mind-shattering combination of pressures from his work, his turmoil of anguish over his wife's alleged infidelities, and the liquor-fogged plunge into the world of sex for its own hedonistic sake. He had matured into a complete, physically whole man, virile, ripe, and alive, as his unconscious grip on the darker caverns of his soul was wrenched away, and no longer could he -- or would he. When I pushed in she moaned and pulled me in deeper. The hole was tight, tighter than her ass even. Her mom grabbed a dildo she had brought back and began to fuck herself with it, watching her daughter get fucked hard. Molly was quickly building to a hard orgasm as I fucked her deep. Her mom put the dildo down and climbed on Molly’s face. As Molly grabbed her ass and tongued her pussy I pulled and pinched her nipples. Before long Molly was cumming hard, screaming into her mom’s pussy. As her. She gently took hold, pulling my foreskin back to expose the head. She then squeezed and the head inflated and turned a purplish red. She sighed; and began very slowly sliding her hand up and down the entire length of my cock."Ugghh," I grunted. Becoming more insist ant, I pushed my fingers harder between her legs, but they remained tightly closed. I decided to change tactics, and my hand moved gracefully up to her barely bra-covered mounds. I squeezed each through her bra, then my hand slipped.