“Dave, do you mind me asking something?” She was being cautious after her earlier Malcolm faux-pax.“No, sure, ask away.”“What you just said,...about Luther and Malcolm. Well, it almost sounds like you regret what’s happening, Jill working for Luther, being with Malcolm so much.”And then it all just came tumbling out. About what had happened in L.A., about Chris, about Jill’s longed for ‘simple life’ and my own similar thoughts, about my worries about how Jill and I would carve out time for each. She fought the pain in her ass, her body quaking. "Mommy!"The tight fit enraged the Arabian and he neighed. Flanks heaving, he lunged forward and drove the rest of his prick into Lynne's gripping asshole.With her ass stretched, Lynne screamed and swirled in a pool of pain. Her eyes rolled and she thought for a moment she was going to faint.Instead, Lynne conquered the pain. She gasped, slammed back and screamed as she absorbed the pounding of her horse's monstrous cock.Janice and Ellen watched.. " Just wait until tomorrow morning. We're having a round-robin suck of all of you, doing it one after the other the same way. The one who gets the most of your cum gets to take on all of you boys at once. I hope it's me. I've been practicing sucking you. You didn't know that, did you?" Well, I thought you were getting me off quicker. I hope you win, after all, I'll be one of the ones that gets to fuck you, that makes me happy," I told her and about then Sandra came up to me."Ready, Patrick?". The images that ran through my mind as I pleasured myself were alwayssimilar. Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dreamed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing on the beachwearing a minimal bikini with all eyes fixed on my barely covered ass.After some time this ritual became routine, I started to feel the need.