I push deeper as I pull her head down by that handful of hair.She starts to tense and struggle to breathe. Pulling out a little to give her one breath...or two, then again I push my cock slowly into her throat saying, “Relax slut or pass out, breathe around me. You can do it, you are a true sub.”I wrap my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. As soon as she grows pale, I pull out. Lifting her up and over the back of the couch again. Sliding my wet cock into her pussy from behind in one thrust.. I didn't think about what I was doing. Do what you need to do. I deserve it. I tried to fuck you over." While I suspected that Fischer was simply trying a different tactic, it was a better tactic than the two he'd just employed. My anger abated. I shrugged, "I don't have any desire to hurt anyone. Not you." I turned to my wife. "And especially not you Jeanne." Jeanne looked up at me with pleading eyes. I ignored her. "Right now I hurt and all I want to do is get somewhere where I won't hurt. I asked Chuck if he was close and he said yes. I told them that on the count of three I wanted us all to try and cum together. I yelled out One Two Three as I blew my load in Lynn's mouth as she was getting her ass filled by Dave. She was trying to scream but could not with my cock in her mouth. I pulled out and watched her have the most thundering climax ever she just dropped down on top of Chuck and was not moving or saying anything. As Dave pulled out of her ass I took the camcorder and. I want to be an artist with a camera, Mom; just as a painter paints a beautiful woman. I want to capture that same look in one quick snap of my shutter instead of a brush stroke.”“Bobby, no artist would want to paint a woman with big hips and big tits such as mine. You need to find a more youthful model like your sister and her friends, I am sure that they would show their nubile young bodies to a handsome man with a camera in a heartbeat.”“Mom, there are artists in the world today who would.