"It drives me crazy to have my butthole fingered... I can't wait to feel your cock deep in my ass, stretching my tight virgin asshole."My shaft throbb...d in Judy's hand and my heart beat faster at her words. I could hardly believe the reality of it, but I was overjoyed that Judy was so willing to let me fuck her amazing ass. The steel hardness of my member pulsing in her tiny fist let her know exactly how I felt about her idea. "You want my ass, Greg?" she whispered in my ear, making me shiver. I was overwhelmed with the idea of touching it and seeing what lay beneath. When he put his hand suddenly over it I got the sense that it was something that he was ashamed of. I can only see these actions for what they were as a woman in her early thirties and place them in context. I think my mother loved him as well. When my parents divorced Jake became the man of the house and they were very close. I was a baby when this happened a remember very little of father who has become a mere. Ratan-Aunty isme thank you kaisa.Mom-Itni raat ko specially aye tum mere liye.Ratan-Aunty shower kya aap bolo toh kuchh bhi kar sakta hu aap ke liye.Mom-Achha? Jaise ki?Ratan-Jo kami uncle puri nahi kar sakte.Mom-Tumse kisne kaha?Ratan-Maine aap ki aur Suman aunty ki baatein suni.Mom sharma jaati hai aur use bolti hai, “Ratan tum baitho main naha ke aati hu.” Woh room mein mom ka wait karne lagta hai ki tabhi bathroom door khulta hai aur mom ne sirf towel lapeta hota hai. Unko iss halat mein. And possibly a third time. Hehehehe. And Davy, you can be sure that every time I allow you the privilege to come, you will be tortured like this.”Sadie grabbed Dave’s cock and began to stroke it.“Oh god, no stop! God no!,” Dave cried out in pain…only it wasn’t quite pain. It was like pleasure, only way too much of it. It was like the same way he felt about tickling, it was torture, but it was kind of fun torture. He loved it and hated. It was everything he wanted, and more than he could bear..