Her long flabby tits were swinging all over the place as she hung on for dear life. If she wasn’t careful she could give herself a black eye. Mr. Je...kins was older and fatter than my father was and his cock was smaller too. Then it dawned on me that his cock was in Mom’s ass. That bastard was butt-fucking my mother…and she loved it. I stood there for a good five minutes watching them fuck.Mom had always loved her big king sized canopy bed with four posts that went almost to the ceiling. There. Billy had started to move, slowly holding the horses head tight. I saw Freight's eye move and I'd swear he narrowed a brow. Billy moved again, slowly forward. Freight took one small step and his entire body twitched. He did not like the feeling of the saddle on his back, against his skin."He just toss the saddle on there and expect him to like it?" I asked without a clue to how it's done."Hell no." Nick said shocked. "Takes time, sometimes weeks. Step by step Billy's been getting him used to. I had never experienced this level of intimacy in one of these cubicles before. All former assignations had always been brief and rushed as if a peremptory statute of briefness governed these casual sexual engagements. Yet here and now, there seemed to be no ‘quickie’ rule governing our tryst.After what seemed like an age of bliss, our clothing languidly began disappearing off our bodies as a furry bulk of flesh began to materialise before me. The mass of hair coating him was soft and luxuriant. I now have a deep burnt rut bisecting my bruised glans in line with the piss slit. The only one of them not smiling was Ron. Bang! It hits again on the left. Each time she has to tug on it as it has sunk so far into my flesh. Camera is still running. Bang! The last time. I now have a perfect + burnt into my cock head about 2mm deep. Sweat is pouring out of my body. My whole consciousness consists of a pain source called a cock. Everything else is irrelevant but in the deep twisted recesses of.