I watch us in the mirror as you begin tofuck me, my breasts hanging heavy and low, my earrings and my pendant allswaying in time to your thrusts. I lo...er myself onto my elbows so that asmy breasts swing back and forth beneath me my nipples are just barelyrubbing against the bed cover, sending little jolts of pleasure throughme... I can't stop myself from moaning at that. And I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror and at you behind me,looking at what you've done with me and what you're. It hurt. Muscles that hadn’t moved in two months were being stretched and compressed. When she laid my arm on the table beside me, it wanted to curl up on my stomach of its own accord. “Let’s rest that one while we get the other cast off. Don’t try to move it, but you can flex your fingers in order to help the blood start circulating.”That was a good idea since my whole arm was tingling like it had fallen asleep. Molly handed me my rubber ball and I started squeezing it while the doctor got the. None of them seemed to realize she was there so she watched. Her dad’s cock looked big, fat and angry. Tim’s may have looked a little longer and maybe harder, but the shiny purple knob made her instantly wet with the memories of how he tasted. “I wonder if Dad tastes better?” she silently asked herself.At that moment, Tim began spraying rope after rope of thick cum over the breasts of his mother and Tammy’s mouth dropped. He had already done that several times and yet he was still essentially. I told Victor about it, but he said to go ahead and friend him back. As the weeks went by, Carl John and I started to share private messaging.At the beginning it was just casual conversation. But at one point, our messages even became sexually suggestive. The sexual innuendo at that point was never directed towards each other. Instead it was always discussed about others.I came to find out that Carl John was an amateur photographer. He showed me some photographs of women in various poses,.