I blinked, confused. His lips met my own, and he started to kiss me slowly, and softly. I let out a small cry, and tried to resist it, but he persiste..., and moved his hands to hold my head in place. I whimpered within the kiss, and slowly started to open my mouth as he ran his tongue against my lips. That kiss… it felt so good. It was sensual, and soft at first, but then it grew to something more urgent, and more lustful once I opened my mouth. As he was kissing me as if his life depended on. OH...OH YESSSSSSS. My face was completely covered by her pussy juice and then like a raving lunatic she shoved me onto my back and straddled my cock. She grabbed hold and slid herself down hard letting out a big scream as if she were in pain. She started rocking back and forth and I felt her pussy grab my cock hard. I have never felt anything like this before. Up and down she rode, faster and faster, harder and harder. All my dreams of fucking my mother were coming true and felt better than I. I just sat there in shock, my mouth opened, as I tried to take everything that had just transpired but it was so much – the thunderstorm, the plane crash, my being the only survivor, the others dying a horrific death, and now a Bigfoot wanted me as his woman. ‘What kind of fucking nightmare was I in? Please God, let me wake up now and find my husband, students, and pilot alive, that the plane has not crashed, and we are still at the dig site or safely at the airport.’I closed my eyes, laid back. "OOOH GAAWD YEEESSSS!!" Jonny moaned out. "I want him to fuck mebad!!!" The men looked down at us and the black man smiled. "Don't worry boy, you're next on the menu." The black man smiled withan evil menacing tone. Then the three men turned and walked off into thedarkness with my bound f******n-year-old son mounted on the black man'scock. Back into the dark faceless, void of moaning boys and slappingflesh. "You like men..." THRUST! "...fucking you?" THRUST! I was fuckingJonny hard, lustfully.