All that they know of desire is what little tidbits their lust inflamed loins will allow their mind. A stiff dick… maybe a pair of hard nipples… a...wet twat. This is desire? They know nothing. They have not wanted the precious moments spent walking through a park with a smile on their faces. All they want, not desire, is a fuck. Good… bad… it does not matter to them. All they want is a fuck. They know nothing. What about that one moment when you look into their eyes and know that the Universe. Slowly she let a little bit of my cock creep into her mouth at a time. First she let the whole nine inches slide into her mouth, and to the back of her throat, where she harshly swallowed and sent me spiraling into exctasy. After a couple good swallows she pulled back a bit and gripped my dick at the base, she slowly began to rub it gently back and forth, while slurping with her mouth at the same time, it felt awesome. I was just about to cum, when she let go of my cock let slide back down to. Sometimes I sleep with him . I slept at one corner and Dimple at another and her son between us .While sleeping with him when she was asleep I always pressed her 36D large boobs. One day when I was 14 . I slept with him and in the same order as I told you. I thought that Dimple was asleep and I began pressing her boobs she realized it and asked Are you okay? I pretended to be asleep. But knowing that I was just acting she asked are you feeling cold? I replied yes as the AC . She asked then why. She wanted to show them a woman could take it and now she was losing the battle against a chemical in her blood?She tried to fight it, she wanted to fight it and yet every fiber of her body screamed and burned for more. She barely noticed that she was throwing up, and nearly choked on the bitter tasting bile. Just as she was about to give up and think of suicide, she felt a presence.It was not one of her captors. It was not Egill. It was something very familiar, someone she should know but.