The look in your eyes tells me that won’t be happening, if anything my emotions seems to make you more energised. You sadistically twist your hands...into my long hair, and slowly you pull your cock out before thrusting your hips into me hard, pushing my head towards you. Without mercy you fuck my mouth, my throat, making me gag and struggle to breathe, which only excites you more. I lurch back, trying to move my head away, a little fearful of your roughness, but you’re your vice like grip keeps. Also, thank you so much for your replies and appreciation of the previous parts. You can read the last part on the link given on top.I suddenly heard the ruffling of some clothes on the other side of the room. I got up with a sudden shock. I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was my friend’s mother, a lady with a great voluptuous figure, in just her black bra, shining white body, and panties down to her knees. And her fingers were rubbing her pussy.I was dumbstruck and speechless. I quickly went. I reached down and gasped as my fingers found his hot, silky smooth shaft. I had forgotten its firmness, its length, its girth. The thought of this pole of muscle entering my skinny body again and the incredible sensations it had brought me both excited and terrified me at the same time. I carefully directed its smooth end towards my opening, telling myself silently over and over that it would be all right; that he had taken me twice before; that it had been amazing; that it was what I wanted. He parted his lips from hers and slowly took the brassiere from the bed…..held each cup and took the end of each cup between his lips one by one and she could see the tip of each cup having got wet with his saliva. My Goodness!…what is he up to today. He came behind her and started putting the straps of brassiere on her arms and made her wear the brassiere.As the wet ends of the cups touched her nipples…she felt her nipples growing hard and a drop of her juice dropped between her thighs leaving.