She was moaning and rocking back against my thrusts, the cock sliding so deep, fucking Ashley's tight wet pussy."You're my little slutty whore who nee...s me to fuck her pussy so hard... Say it... Say it bitch!" I screamed as I ran my fingernails down the curves of her back until I was grabbing her hips again."Ooohhh god I'm your whore... your slut... Jessica oh please... I wanna cum!" she squealed as her back arched and she threw her head back. Ashley screamed out and started cumming. I kept. Finally I decided to cave on my urges and posted an ad on Craigslist for a jo buddy.Within a week, a very appealing candidate emerged. He was short & slim but his figure was very deceiving given his capacious endowment. We decided to Skype first, and my mouth literally dropped when his live feed opened. His hand looked like that of an infant's wrapped around his gargantuan member. Only five minutes into our video Skype I asked if he wanted to meet in person, which he eagerly agreed. Upon my. I love you a lot. But, I love him too. He is my son.” my mother was crying as she completed the sentence.“He is not your son, Sarah. No son will fuck his mother. He does not deserve your love.” My dad said, with no change in tone.“Stop saying that. Stop blaming him, Jacob. You don’t understand. You make me smile. You give me everything. But, he makes me cum!” my mom said shocking both my dad and me“I want all of it. I want both of you.” my mom said, sounding completely insensitive.Throughout. "Absolutely anything! If she thinks I might derive some pleasure — sexual or otherwise — she does it ... Regardless of what it might be, too." But ... But, a prostitute does it for money..." Hank has never had another job in her life. Where do you think her money comes from?"At that point, Bobbie was dumbstruck. There was nothing more she could say. Jim picked up the thread and added, "I'll admit that most prostitutes serve more than a single customer. Hank complains about that. She claims it's.