I moved over to the other breast sucking and biting as I fondled the one left behind. I felt my mom’s hand glide under me and grasp my hard cock thr...ugh the fabric of my shorts, squeezing it as if testing its readiness. She felt my tight balls, cupping and massaging them. She turned her body around, hooked into the waistband of my shorts and dragged them off of me, after giving my cock and balls quick, slurping licks. She stood up quickly at the side of the bed and I marveled at her sexy, lush. No more important, YOU need to know not who is in charge but who is your leader and spokesperson." Second, this is a group of individuals. If there is anyone here that does not want deep down in your soul to be here or be a part of this group PLEASE LEAVE NOW!"Everyone looked around. None left!Since YOU all want to be here, you need a spokesperson and leader. I propose we elect that person. Could we have a show of hands of those that want to elect a "Leader."All hands went upWell, based on. This is how you train a bitch to appreciate you...' And with that Bradley lunged deep into my bowels in one smooth motion. I cried out and kicked my feet off the mattress as Bradley slid deep into me and pulled most of his bald headed yogurt slinger back. I didn't think I could endue his assault, his hands were in the small of my back pinning me to the bed as he plunged in and partially out of my aching anal canal. His huge member was making itself well known in my rectum and anal tube as he. “Er, hi Peter” I said. He walked right past me and ran up the stairs towards the toilet. I wasn’t very happy. I’d gone from happy to angry in the space of 20 seconds. This is why I don’t like Peter. Then all the issues he caused on my wedding day came flooding back and I went from angry to bloody angry in 3 seconds. Then I looked down and saw he’d somehow trampled mud (god knows where from as we’d not had rain in nearly two weeks) up the stairs. Now I was fuming. I decided that enough was.