.. quiet, his eyes missing nothing... somber - he had always been an emotional boy. Yet he claimed he remembered nothing of the crash - I hoped it was...true. The pictures of the rescue workers pulling bodies out of that wreck froze my heart and prayed, indeed, that my only son would never remember that tragic time.In the initial weeks after the accident at night I would hear him call out in fear and would quickly come to his bedside - as any caring parent should - I would lay in his bed stroking. " I could feel the cream of her cunt oozing out of that so tight pussy. It made the fucking so much easier and more pleasurable. Great fucking. Great virgin cunt being de-flowered. She kept getting louder and louder with her cries for more and more fucking. She was begging for me to cum in her pussy. I was going to oblige. My spunk shot out of my cock with a gush filling the condom and her cunt and making her feel it and cum again. I was ramming as I pumped all my cum out. She could still feel. The biggest problem they had (I swear I'm not making this shit up) was that the life rafts are strapped to the airplane doorway, and the fucking TSA rules about nobody taking anything sharper than a tampon on board meant they had to - no shit - borrow a fucking knife from one of the rescue boat guys to cut the raft loose before the plane sank. (Your fucking tax dollars at work. Thanks, assholes.)Anyway, I don't have any kind of system like Sully did, but I like to think about what I'd do in. “someone’s been practicing, haven’t they?” he asks with a gleeful tone to his voice. I mumble incoherently as his cock grows within my mouth. From the short thick beast I had first taken in his cock grows and grows to the size I remember, the reason I was so willing to fall into this debauchery. He was easily 8 inches, possibly more but I’ve never dared ask him. His cock has both length and girth, throbbing veins decorate the tanned leather like flesh. His balls hang a little lower than some of.