.will you...?" No mom...no...always loving you...always inside you...in your pussy...in your mouth...in your ass...I'm never going to stop fucking my ...eautiful mother...never." They were both taken over by the force of the physicality that joined them and by the line of forbidden pleasure they had crossed. Connor's thrusts took him deep enough to slap up against the meaty globes as his mother gyrated. Her moans became almost screams as her son started losing control and pounded them both toward. He said--and I am not joking here--"Women have been having babies for centuries without classes. Why should I pay to have her learn what should come naturally?"So after the five of us ganged up on him he relented, but only after I offered to pay for them. I know it was risky and might have seemed suspicious, but she was carrying my child. A little girl in fact.Then after getting me to pay for the classes, he still didn't want to go because it "cut into his personal time." Translation: the time. By the middle of the first term Jack had me fully integrated into the group of guys, we’d party every weekend, and spend nights hanging out in each others dorms playing Halo and other videogames I sucked at. It was fun but my main aim was to get close to Paul. It turned out we had a lot in common, he had a fantastically dirty sense of humour and could make me giggle and blush easily. The more time I spent with him the more I loved him. Everything about him was perfect. I soon discovered he was. Craig opened the envelope. His eyes grew wide as he read:Secure my arms and legs to the chair. Use lots of cable ties so that you can secure me firmly without cutting off my circulation. Blindfold me. Put on a pair of rubber gloves. Use the small bottle of alcohol and cotton wipes to sterilize my right nipple. Sterilize one of the safety pins with the alcohol. Push the pin through my nipple right at the base. Safety pins are not nearly as sharp as hypodermic needles, so it will take some.