I told my son that he had the choice of either staying here with his dad or coming with me and he eagerly said he would go with me, well moving forwar... to the juicy stuff lol...we moved down south mid April and I got the new office open and everything was going well and we had finally settled into our new home and back to going nude around the house, my hours changed from night to days so that meant I would be home during the evenings and night (oh boy), everything was fine until I came home. She always came to me and started hugging me and even kissing me on the cheeks. She was 43 and I was 16 at that time. People thought it was so cute. But I was not amused. So when she came over I always tried to avoid her. Four years have passed. And since I was in college I moved to the same city she lived in. This was a big city pretty unknown to me. And for me to encounter someone I know was very small. Until I found out that it was luck because my mother's friend was doing her shopping in. Her neck hurt from being pulled back by her tied hair, her shoulders ached from having her arms bound on her back. There was a strain in her upper legs from being spread wide open for hours now. But most of all: a million tiny piranha-teeth seemed to bite the flesh of her whipped ass, her thighs and cunt.Alicia scanned the room from her lofty altitude, slowly spinning left to right and back. Angique must have left; no one was around. She hung at the center of Villa's big room, right beside the. “No,” she said, “it just feels different than when I practiced.”I continued to stroke her gently and slowly, surprised that she wasn't as tight as when I had tried just a finger tip. I was soon able to add a second finger and more lube. She pulled a towel under her to catch what lube might get away. I stretched her with two fingers even more slowly, beginning to fell her sphincter, tight around my fingers. She was moaning and whining, her ass fairly vibrating. I absently noticed Becky.