That's what she really is, and you never found that out. That's what you are, isn't it, Jo? Tell him." Yes," Jo said. "That's what I am. Yes." Say oin..., piggy," I said. "Say it loud." Oink," Jo said. Crying hard. "Oink. Oink. Oink! Oink! Oink..."*"I want to hurt her," Brad said. "I want to make her cry. Can I?" Oh dear sweet Jesus," Jo said."Ask for it, Jo. Ask Brad to hurt you and make you cry. Beg him."A weird awful moan and Jo sank to her knees. "Please... hurt me." A choking whisper. "Hurt. I also loved this sweet pain. My balls were really full now and I held my heavenly mother by her waist and started pumping like a mad bull in the sanctum sanctorum of my birth. I even watched my cock as I took it out and slid again my motherly hole for more pleasure. The friction generated by her pussy walls very sweet to bear as I pumped into her deeper recesses . I wanted to fuse into other. I wanted to become one with her. She also wilding rammed her buttocks and the sounds of phuch phuch. They'd met soon after he joined her husband's company as chief accountant, he'd been invited to a garden party at his boss's house and there he met the lovely Amelia.The attraction was immediate and mutual and Bernard saw in her a very sensuous woman, whereas her husband Dennis was in his mid fifties, Amelia was about thirty and Bernard was certain that she'd soon be sharing his bed!As the guests mingled and chatted, Amelia asked him if he'd like to see their lovely gardens and when he seemed. We were out in a few minutes and once in his car, Jonathan started to drive fast. I loosened the seat belt and started to run my hands over his jeans. Feeling his cock, unzipping him and pulling his cock out. Touching it teasingly. I looked at him with seductive eyes and said, ‘Do you want me to suck you baby?’ All he could do was mumble and nod and I went down on his cock while he drove. I could swear he weaved a little on the road as my lips locked around his cock. He moved loud and pushed my.