Non solo scorre meglio, ma è una sicurezza se il mio similpisello si dovesse rompere. Fortunatamente di quelli ne ho sempre qualcuno! Ma come avrei "...issato" il similpisello per penetrae nel mio culetto... Dopo diverse idee poco praticabili, arrivo alla soluzione di fissare il similpisello con infilato uno stecco di legno al bidet. Ma non infilo lo stecco, che poi è una bacchetta cinese, fino in fondo. Mi fermo a diversi centimetri per avere una punta morbida come nella realtà. Fisso bene con. He pushed his mate out of the way and immediately thrust his cock into my waiting pussy. He was better, he had a little more staying power and I could feel my orgasm building as his cock pumped into me. It felt fucking wonderful. I looked up as he fucked into me and I could see two youngsters, teenagers, stroking their cocks once more as they watched their friend pound my pussy. Suddenly, and without warning, Mr Redhead stood up and spunked all over my tits and stomach. He too was a bit of a. “You didn’t overdose her son? Did you?” My mom asks. “She’s not the stuck up lady we met earlier.”“No mother. I gave her what she needed and made sure that she got enough of it,” I said smiling.Cathy started to whisper in my ear. “Meet us in the oval office upstairs and down the hall to your right. I think it’s time we let Cassie in on our big...I mean huge discovery and if she’s please, then your mother will be a member of our club.”I thought, whatever it takes to make my mom happy I was down. The following week turned out to be a complete nightmare, I spent the whole time strapped to the bed being mentally tortured by Ms Jones and Wayne.The worst part of all was that unknown to my wife the pair of them set up a series of secret cameras all over my house.Every room had one, with the picture being displayed on a bank of TV sets positioned at the end of my small room.There I was forced to lay helplessly, watching the every movement of my stunning wife.Although there was no sound I.