It was well over two hours before she returned. Her hair was disheveled and her dress was rumpled and creased. She had a flushed dreamy look about her... I said nothing. I heard the water running for the shower and quietly entered our bedroom and examined her dress more closely. There were several heavy creases on the back of it, and in the clothes hamper I found her discarded red lace panties. The crotch was slippery with a heavy coating of semen. Vicious, huge threads of some guy's come had. Beck grabbed the chain of the clamps and twisted it into a knot pulling the clamps to the center and tight, with Judy beginning to cry as it must have really been painful. I laughed and told Beck harder to which she gave a hank and Judy went to her knees with tears streaming down her face. Beck didn’t stop and Judy knew that she had crossed the line into total submission to be able to bear the pain in her tits. I told her daughter to back off and remove the clamps from her Moms tits, which. Gentle, kneading them carefully, as if he was making cookie dough. Focusing back on his kiss, I met his tongue and tested his dexterity. It curved and twisted, wrapping itself around mine treating it like a cherry stem. I could only imagine how many knots he could tie. But it was not forceful, more of a teasing coax. Inhaling, a refreshing candy cane memory mixed with hot chocolate, overwhelmed my senses. There was no fear, no panic, it was so easy, so inviting. My body responded to his. Her first response was reflex, ready to fight until she saw it was him — awakened at long last. She moved onto his bed, asking how he felt. ‘I feel weird — what happened,’ he wanted to know. ‘We were in a bad accident. You were close to death and I felt I had to — to do something.’ He couldn’t believe it — what he thought she was saying but he could feel it — in his newfound awareness. It was more a sensation than mental telepathy. His hand went to his neck, feeling the telltale bumps. He.