It still felt very wrong but my pussy needed it more. We tried different positions, from missionary to doggy style, also trying out BDSM at times wher... mum would hurt me intentionally in a sexual manner. She really was training me to become a well trained slut and I was becoming so willing that I would open my legs for her whenever she wanted. Weeks went by, no one said anything about the manner but my dad had mentioned he was going away for a few weeks for work. I completely understood what. Do it,” he commanded.She weakly pulled her hand from her skirt and clutched the pole. She could barely hold on – her hand was slick with pussy juice.He released her sore tit and moved his hand up to cradle her face. Then he gently kissed her cheek as he slid his greasy cock out of her battered ass. “Good girl.” Suddenly, he pulled back and stepped away, leaving her weaving against the movement of the train. She sagged into the pole for support.She barely noticed the hiss of the doors opening. Then there was the lunchtime drink in the Swan pub, being exposed and having her bottom felt by more than one pair of hands.......so embarrassing and dangerous, but thrilling at the same time, and then there was the brief minutes when Bert had had his hands in her panties, feeling her cunt and, pushing his fingers.........Christtt......her loins were starting to itch again!!!In the water, Mary felt her feminine frustrations welling up in her stomach at the thoughts, and the sun on her body and. Then we switched to a cucumber and shoved that in his ass. We shoved a carrot, two hot dogs, and a spray of whip cream. Then we covered his cock in chocolate syrup and put a dab of whip cream on the tip. I then began to push the fake cock back in his ass and fuck him with the whip cream in him as Sara licked the cream and syrup off his cock and sucked him one more time. By now we had been fucking this guy for close to three hours and his ass was well stretched. I loved pulling the cock out of.