I grabbed each nipple between two fingers and began to pinch them."Not so hard, that hurts," Ginger cried."You can take a little pain, watch as I pinc... the nipples," my fingers grasping each nipple harder and began to twist and pull them."OOOOWWWWW," moaned Ginger, pushing her breasts out, trying to relieve some of the pain from my fingers," that hurts so much." I took Ginger to another room in the house and closed the door. Ginger noticed a strange looking chair. I grabbed Ginger pulling her. His cock was still in a solid state, rubbing her hands on the soap she reached across taking his cock into both hands manipulating the large organ between them, then rubbing them up and down on the shaft. Bert lie back onto his pillows.“My. Your good at this aren’t you!” He murmured.Belinda never replied, and by no means altering her pace, she sensed the erection becoming firmer by the minute.This wasn’t helping her that much, she’d already accepted that she’d partake in her own sexual. ...comfortable’, you responded and, taking my hand, led me upstairs. I should have pulled away from you, professional conduct demanded that I enforce some distance, but I was enjoying your touch too much by now and figured that a little holding of hands didn’t mean anything significant.When we got to the top of the stairs, you entered the bedroom and sat on the end of the bed. ‘So, Doctor, how do you want me?’, you said, stretching your arms out. ‘Err...would you be able to lay down and. Then, a voice: “My darling girl. You came home. Oh, how I have missed you so.” Recognition was immediate, still, questioningly, I said, “Mom?” “Yes, honey, it’s me,” she said, and moved up, placing her cum-covered lips against mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth, then she quickly turned, and before I knew what to say or do we were in a 69. She was eating my pussy like it was the last slice of cherry pie she would ever have, and it wasn’t until she spoke these words that I finally began to.