He asked, and I quote, "Do you want me to fuck your slutty married cunt?" My mouth popped open, his cock bobbed there in front of me and I moaned. I s...id yes, I said fuck yes, I begged him, I said please - oh god, is that pathetic?He took me onto the bed and crawled up between my legs, said he wanted to watch my face as I took another cock inside me. It was so thick, it stretched me and filled me and felt so fucking good. I held his gaze and raised my hips to meet his thrusts, my nails clawing. "Fuck me, sweet, darling son. Fuck me, please!"Mom called out in a lover's rage.I raised myself up so I could slip my hard, throbbing cock into my mother'shot cunt. She took the shaft of my cock in her hand and guided it to itsrightful place. For a moment, she rubbed my cock over her clit and cringedwith excitement. "I can't wait any longer," she moaned as she guided mymember to her waiting hole. I made sure not to thrust my cock in too deeplyat first. I wanted us both to enjoy this firs. Several of the professors were now taking turns at the keyboard typing in queries. I ventured forward and soon found myself behind Caderyn as he was adding input to the search engine. He had a very masculine smell that reminded me of an expensive French cologne, but somewhat earthier, like warm leather. He looked up in my eyes, “Belinda, would you care to try it?” “Yes, Caderyn, please.” As I sat down, I glanced up and noticed my uncle with a small look of surprise in his eyes, his eyes. Those thought were uppermost on my mind as I continued to keep my head down and make it through this unexpected war without having it shot off by some Rebel sharpshooter.I was just having my morning coffee which was unusually tasty due to the Negro cook that prided himself on making a “fine cup” of the frothy black mixture. A fairly large contingent of horse soldiers came into our camp from the direction of the railhead and I saw they had the American flag as well as the colors of the famous.