It wasn't lovemaking, it wasn't even athletic sex, her pleasure was not a consideration – she was a fuck toy, an object to be used – and it had st...rred the submissive element in her to an amazing extent. She described how the long walk across the club and dance floor to the exit and the walk back after being fucked (she no longer had any trouble with the word) had embarrassed and humiliated her, advertising as it did what she was doing – but it also aroused her to the point that she stayed wet. She instantly stripped naked and the sight of her young naked, pale, veiny body, totally shaven and perfect just waiting to be fucked got me so hard. Gemma crawled up the bed and straddled me, slowly sliding my big cock into her tiny tight pussy, it was a big squeeze but she seriously wanted this and began lowering herself down onto my huge length, gradually taking my whole length before leaning down kissing me as I held her perfect big round ass and thrusting my waist up I began fucking her. Sure, they did the same-old-same-old, face it, there are only so many ways to do it, but you did see differences. Our parents certainly noticed the differences, and on more than a few occasions we saw our mothers practically lining up with one or two guys.The other thing we saw was that people would engage with more than one person. Dad was doing Mrs. Roberts, but he was thrusting his fingers in and out of Mrs. Grisham. Then he pulled his cock out and moved to Mrs. Grisham—she sort of wailed. " "That's why I'm the older brother. How about you? What are you doing home tonight? I thought you had a girlfriend now." "I do, but she's busy tonight." Brody explained what had happened. "I feel bad, she sounded pretty ticked when she left that message. I was debating calling her but I don’t want to interrupt them." "Wow, listen to you. Should I give you advice on engagement rings?" "What? Because I feel bad that she's having a tough time?" "Brody, you never let anyone else stick around long.