The mental elements that create the motivation helped me overcome any physical hurdles. Motivation to create the pleasure. Motivation to confirm curio...ity. Motivation to taste myself. Motivation to take my load directly from the source. My living situation was inside an all male off-campus house at college. Living around so many guys made performing auto fellatio difficult from a privacy perspective. One had to be creative to simply masturbate in these conditions let alone suck your own cock. I. I'm Donna. And I have a daughter to take care of. You just go."They left me standing there. Me. Donna. Bubba. Donna buried her face in my chest, sobbing. "Bill, get me out of there. I don't wanna fuck up." Something I can do to help?" Bubba asked."No, buddy. This lady needs some help," I told him. "I guess it's sort of up to me. On second thought, tell the band to play another waltz."Bubba gave me one of those looks. I remember them from decades ago when it was an old, knowledgeable chief petty. Then she turned me around and gave me a huge hug.“Not at all. I know if your dad were still alive, he'd be happy too. Maybe he wouldn't be in love with the idea quite so much either, but he really loved you too. But still, you need to just be happy with the choices you make. Not worry so much what everyone else thinks. You got it?” Christina asked.“Yes mom, I love you,” I replied.“I love you too my sweet angel,” Christina said.Then we both hugged again and Jeanette made sure to get in on the. I imagined myself nude on our married bed with my ankles locked behind Calvin's neck. As my hands gripped his ass as his massive dick sinks slowly into my salivating cunt. Tip to root, and then tip again, feeding my hungry pussy exactly what I needed. I added a third finger inside my pussy and fucked myself deeper while my pinky finger teased my ass. Calvin jacked off faster. I could see how his hands might be gripping my sexy hips while working his dick in a slow and steady rhythm, in and out.