She only succeeded in opening up to him, and gripping both of his cocks more tightly. Each one only went halfway in, and when the one in her pussy bot...omed out, she let out a muffled scream, sigh, shout, and moan all at once into the pillow at her face. She was more filled than she had ever been before. Then he slowly began to slide in and out of her, pulling back until the ridge on his heads just barely left her, and then plunging slowly back in until he bottomed out again inside her. Slowly. His own lust had built up as well and he was stroking his fat prick slowly as he played with her. He bent his foot downward once again and pointed the tip of his big toe at her lower lips and pushed inward, sliding it into his mother's clenching fuck tube. It didn't go in far but for Susan the sensation was exquisite when he started to wiggle his toe inside of her, the nail scraping against her piss hole. She had never felt anything like it and found it to be erotic and soothing at the same. Then it settles and I drift off tosleep again...........I waken again and turn. I doze, thinking of the sequence of vivid dreamsI have had. For some reason I feel different. The smooth texture of thesheets feels different too from my usual sheets. I am confused that theyare like those I felt in that last dream. I am on my side but turn to myback, feeling as if there is something on my chest that catches the sheetand gives a nipple sharp sensations. Turning is more awkward somehow asif my hips. Our conditioning coach was waiting there and he threw his arm across my shoulders.“Berserker, huh?” he grinned.“I’ll never complain again about those pulleys again,” I grinned back.If you ever studied ancient history or studied classical paintings, you may have come across references to the Bacchanalia of Rome; debauched festivals in honour of the god of wine, freedom, intoxication, and ecstasy. Those are pretty good parameters for what it looks like when elite athletes let their hair down.We.