I lay totally open to the thrusting of your swollen weapon in the slickness of my furrow. Oh, torture!, sweet torture! "Michael," I whispered, "I wan... you in me. Please don't tease. I need you inside me." Then you whispered for me to turn. You placed a pillow under my hips, lifting my bottom. What were you doing? Were you going to take me like this? You positioned yourself between my legs. Two hands spread my backside and, for a moment, we rested like that, my bottom exposed to your devouring. He pointed at him and motioned him over.“What the fuck you want, Castle?”“Take Reaper over to the bank and get him through the line. Turn him over to the on-site commander. That’s Hank Jenkins, but one of the lieutenants might be there, too.”“Hey, this is just bullshit. I just poured myself this coffee!” Briggsby protested.“Then it will still be warm when you get back in five minutes. Now run Reaper over there and don’t be a dick about it. I wasn’t asking, I was telling,” said Sergeant. Vince asked my husband "You good with this?" and he said "Fuck Yeah!' as he moved from taking profile pictures to getting behind Vince for entry shots. Vince slid back in pretty easily, then I gave resistance. He stroked, pressed, not too hard but firm. The depth was not bothering me, my taking the last fist-full had me being stretched beyond my imagination. All it took was patience. I was obsessed with watching Vince slide into me while wanting, no, needing to take it all. There was no other. His eyes were filled with hot desire. I could hardly breathe with the knowledge of what was about to happen now, something we both suddenly wanted. There was no time to think about right or wrong, we had already crossed that barrier. I glanced a Rev cock it has again swelled to complete erection and was ready to fulfil his mom's lust.I took his cock between my fingers and felt my son's cock throbbing--felt the intense hardness of it. I could not resist squeezing his prick, causing him to moan.