Afterwards, we pedaled over to my place, did my chores, then headed back to Jim’s farm. We needed showers, but took them separately this time, thank...you very much. We really did have some homework, so we got to it. We’d spoken a little about last night. Events of that evening still left us excited, but confused. Neither of us seemed inclined to discuss our shower together, nor having to masturbate in front of his sisters. We did drop into some conspiratorial tones and talk about how absolutely. I pushed two fingers into my own cunt as she went further down on his cock.Glenda moved her head up and down his cock a couple of times. Rising, she kissed Peter on the lips and turned back to me, smiling. She placed the napkin over Peter's exposed cock and left the alcove.Peter and I did not need to say an thing. I could feel his cock pulsating against my toes as I continued to play with his balls and shaft. I had two fingers inside my cunt, continuing to finger fuck my cunt.Glenda returned to. But there was another reason that Gary had allowed Russ to use him. Garyregarded himself as a loser. He was a nobody and a nothing. He was soworthless that he deserved to be punished, and, since he was infinitelyunworthy, he deserved endless punishment, the crueler the better.Through suffering for others, he might, someday, become worthy byproviding a worthwhile service, as had, for example, the whipping boysof the middle ages. It was unseemly that a prince should be spanked orbeaten, for he. The man she was seeing there was almost unknown to her! "Alan! Snap the hell out of it! This is your mother! Listen to me! Truda! I... what's wrong with him? I barely recognize him!" "It feels like he has suffered a severe traumatic event. I can't get past his outer defenses. All I am seeing and hearing is the doctor, the doctor." Truda replied to Angelika. Angelika's eyes went wide as she turned back to Alan. In a soft voice she started again, "Alan? Alan. It's your mother. Please come back.