He sat, concentrating his weak brain on doing that but after severalmoments he gasped in anguish. He couldn't picture the inside of herladyship's bedr...om at all no more! As Ann he must have stowed awaythousands of memory images of it. Now, as Burt he couldn't recall asingle one. When he tried to he just kept recalling loitering at thefront of the house hoping to catch a glimpse of the beautiful ladythrough her front window, longing for the day when she'd notice him;when she'd call him up and. “So, you decided to fuck our son because he had a bigger cock?”“I didn’t know, baby, I didn’t know,” Jamie wailed, tears streaming down her face.The humiliation of it all washed across John in a tidal wave of emotion. His wife had taken their 18-year-old son as a lover because he, John, did not have a big enough cock. Absentmindedly, he opened his fist. One slid haltingly to his crotch. My god, he thought, why am I so hard?“How ... how many times have you ... fucked Sam?”Jamie looked up. She. "I want it. Please, don't make me wait much longer." "Then lay back" she did and I kissed both nipples again for good measure, then crawled over her. Her body was hot and breathing was labored. She was a cat in heat. The head of my cock pressed to her puffed lips, and between the flowing juices and the excited precum my entrance came with a clean smooth thrust. Her sharp inhale from my thrust trickled out as coy giggle when I leaned forward and nibbled her earlobe and moved down to where. ‘I’ll be fine.’ * Melissa sat bolt upright. Rigid with terror, she couldn’t figure out where she was or why her mouth felt drier than the Sahara desert. The darkness was so complete that for a moment she thought her eyes must still be shut. Her second thought, on blinking furiously, was that she’d been struck blind. She uttered a sob, praying she was still dreaming. ‘Stop panicking..’ The drowsy voice was male. Familiar, reassuring. Oddly near. ‘You’re at the farm with me, remember? You’re on a.