She writhed in pain, tits bouncing every which way. Pussy wet with piss. She looked at me and struggled to speak. “Call an ambulance.” She tried t... tell me. I could understand. But I stood there frozen. Not from fear or shock, but from delight. My mother was in severe pain, and my cock was getting hard. I smiled. My mother looked worried, and in agony. She couldn’t understand why I was smiling, and not calling 911. I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it. She looked horrified by my actions.. Beneath the massively oversized T-Shirt she was wearing (given to her by her one time teacher, who was also an old boyfriend) she was naked; her nipples were sticking out hard, and her clit was firming up. She slid a hand under her shirt and briefly cupped and squeezed her breasts, before she ran it down her flat stomach and pressed on her clit a few times."Hmmmm," she moaned to herself softly, then blew a kiss at her reflection in the mirror and laughed. The aspirin and beer was rapidly. " I'm Alex." Alex's introduced himself to the young woman as hekept his back to the government spy device in the front bushes. "Iwas a friend of Helen." "Glad she had friends." The woman smiled as she saw Alexstaring. "The government fractured my arm when I tried to stopthem from testing Lesley. Thank goodness she wasn't proven toprocess witch craft like Helen did. If only the government sawthere were good witches as well as bad... but now all have to beburned at the stake." "I heard one group. My hands moved down the front of his doublet, brushing the buttons as I moved lower and lower to what I craved. I didn’t need any foreplay. I dripped. My morning of frustration had left me ready. The hour I spent forcing Greta to pleasure me had buttered up my nasty cunt. My slattern hole craved only one thing now.My hands shoved into his stretchy hose, seizing his cock. I trembled, moaning into his mouth. My nipples throbbed in my bodice as I drew him out. I rose, my skirts rustling. His hands.