I guess she wanted it all in her throat. Meanwhile, Mom was sucking on Maxs huge hairy balls. She had both of them in her mouth. I finally couldnt ...atch anymore. I starting cumming. The pounding I was getting from all three cocks took over and I was having one orgasm after another. I could feel my father pubic hairs on my ass. I knew he had every inch in my well stretched asshole. Mike was ramming my cunt so hard that he was able to push the head of his dick into my womb. It hurt but . We began just by laying on the bed fully clothed. We kissed and I ran my hands all over her burgeoning breasts, tweaking her nipples between my thumb and finger as I moved across those wonderful mounds of flesh. Joanne started to undo my shirt buttons but I stopped her. “What’s wrong,” she cried. “I have just had a great idea, let’s have a nice slow shower together. What do you think.”? “I think I would like that,” replied Joanne. We undressed each other and walked into the shower. I. Just a child, she had done nothing.As he was cumming he must have gotten excited, because he forgot to kill me first, he put the gun to his own mouth and pulled the trigger, he slumped over me and I struggled to get him off of me. The police found me clutching my dead children. I had to have therapy for two years, but I can't have sex anymore, I can't take a man's penis inside me.It all comes rushing back and I can see my poor little son, the look on his trusting little face just before his. Jutta’s Italian was rudimentary, especially in the Venetian dialect, and the huge man spoke mostly in formalities. But Jutta found she was excited by the man’s touch. How could someone so strong be so gentle? she wondered. Despite the color of his skin, the man clearly commanded the respect and gratitude of all the attendees. People called him “Count Nero”; a very few called him “Hakim.” Several women – wives older than Jutta -- seemed jealous of her time with “the Count.” But she also.