Alex picked up his game cartridge, and walked out the doorway, leaving the Pascal family to themselves.When Alex got back home, it was already 5:30PM....He joined his mom and dad for dinner around 6PM. His parents basically allowed him far more freedom, than his classmates' parents allowed their own children theirs'.At 8PM, Alex's parents were watching TV at the living room. His excuse not to join them was that he had to study very hard and that he should not be disturbed, fearing that it would. Come sit down, it is ready now." As pussy satat the table, she saw that everything was placed with care. Fine china,best silver, wine, crystal goblets and two candles, one red, one white.She smiled to herself, knowing the secret inference of the two colors,a symbolic reminder of their bond. Mistress came with their two plates.The smell was intoxicating, delicious. It looked like a bed of ricewith glazed chicken and vegetables, and her mouth was already watering.Mistress poured wine for each of. Mother murmured happily at first as the head of my cock made penetration and repeated her little sounds of pleasure as I started slowly thrusting into her, a little more of my shaft wedging in with every stroke, until my entire cock was embedded in her.Suddenly she screamed in pain as I sank deep into her nether. Mother clutched and clawed at the sheet with her fingers as she tried to struggle away from the impaling she was taking. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” she whimpered over and over again as I. And I was willing to show him too (the first time for me) but he didn’t care, it seemed, that I even had tits. He cared only that he was going to ‘get off’. While we kissed he pushed my hands to his crotch. “Open the belt. Unzip my pants. Pull down my jockeys. Take out my cock.” I was told. I must share that I had given hand jobs and jacked a boyfriend or 3 off. I knew it made them squirm and jerk and convulse just before this hot white goo shot out all over & I learned to stay out of its.