[ [ [ Close Knit 2 ] ] ] The following Saturday night, I'd spent the evening in my bedroom, lying in my messy twin bed and staring into the...ceiling. My mind was cluttered with filthy little thoughts. Hot, filthy little thoughts. Mom had been on my mind for the past week, the image of her jilling off in my bedroom tattooed in my brain. I couldn't get over how gorgeous she looked, how sexy she looked ... how dirty she looked. Of course, my imagination inspired me to strip down to. She smiled at me. He glanced over his shoulder, then walked over to her and gently pushed her knees further apart, lifting her dress above her knickers. Again the camera whirred.I was enjoying this so much! What I knew, and she didn’t, was that he knew perfectly well what she looked like between those thighs, and no doubt he was thinking about that at this moment. She hesitated for a moment, glanced at me, then allowed him to move her leg again. More and more of her knickers were revealed. They. You’re not LGBT. You are who you are!” the lady ended her monologue with a standing ovation.Next to the group, PJ was doing his reps of traction at the bar. 'Yeah, right,' he thought, ironically.PJ has been proudly gay since he discovered sex: he grew up as a small cub in a small town where he was the only jock in high school who didn’t shave his built body or his face. PJ never cared about looking good for girls because what he wanted wasn’t those “creatures.” He was a man who just wanted. He came up and put one arm around my belly and pulled me tight against His chest, making me fall and lean back on Him. He told me in a very strong, Dominant voice, "I AM shoving my whole fist inside you and you WILL take it. I want you to scream for Me as I stretch that little pussy." and He did. His big hand felt so fucking large as He put it inside me. i don't know how He did it, but He made it fit. He pulled me down onto Him as His hand entered me. i screamed in pain and He did not stop or.