More is what our bodies want. More is what our bodies will get. You hold on tight, as we moan louder, grunts escaping out of our throats. Our jaws cla...p as we anticipate what is going to happen next. My animal instincts scream for me to turn and slam you to the floor; hold you down with all my strength and have my way with you. Because of the position we have suddenly switched to I can't do just that. So I do my best to hold on to nothing. It doesn't bother me, all i care about is the mindless. I can't explain it.Another minute or so passes. I notice my sissy son begin to almost humpthe air. Rhythmically. Nearly every four seconds. The plug is slowlystimulating his prostate with brief electrical pulses. He is beinginvoluntarily stimulated -just like a farm animal.Him: Mommy, the pressure...it's...it's growing!Me: It's ok honey. This is all normal. Your prostate is being milked. Itshould be over soon. Is it painful?Him: No. But I've never felt anything. Nobody else in the shop seemed to have noticed except for the deeply lesbian manageress Rosie, who now stood very close behind, brushing her red hair aside to kiss the back of her neck."I thought you might like our new special range," she breathed into Justy's ear. "Perfect after a shower shared with a gorgeous daughter, don't you think?"Justy melted into the embrace, tongues locked, as Rosie's fingers explored between her legs, "why don't you bring Molly over to my place and we can swap. I turned around quickly and saw that my wife was now on top of my dad and they were both naked. I had a flashback to when I first saw her sleepwalking and she was in a position almost identical to this. But this time she was awake and willingly about to impale herself on another man’s cock. Elena was holding onto a bar that was placed above the headboard. I watched on as my wife rubbed her pussy up and down over the underside of his hard cock. Finally Elena lifted up her body and my dad helped.