Your hips are moving in time with me. You feel my fingers now touching you then sliding inside. Your ankles are straining at the scarves tying them to...the bed. You’re repeating over and over again “Mark untie me and fuck me, untie me and fuck me....please”.My fingers are deep inside you and curled up to push at the back of your mound. Your clitoris seems to be squeezed between my fingers inside you and my tongue.You can take it no more as you let out a long moan and your whole body shakes as. "I look up wide-eyed and somewhat scared, yet excited at the same time.It is then that I realize I can see myself on the television. As yourecord, the camera is connected to show the picture on the screen.Holy shit, I think to myself. I do look like a porn star. A porn starwith not much more eyebrow hairs to lose!You snap me back to attention."Pick up the dildos and shove them both in your mouth," you say.I do my best, but it is tough with the handcuffs and the long nails andthe size of them. I had made love to so many women, but they were all ladies who had sex many times, often with boyfriends or husbands. I gave them their first lesbian sex, of course, but this felt special.“Do it, Mom,” Sam said, her petite body straddling her friend's face. Sam's short, fiery hair swelled around her head. Her small breasts jiggled, her pink nipples aching. My daughter was such a cute tomboy, feisty and wild.“Yes, yes, please, Mrs. Davies,” Courtney moaned, squirming on the ground as Sam pressed. Water and sex go together like ham and eggs.” Our conversation had made both of us horny again. Lisa grasped my, by now once again rigid cock, gave it a couple of tugs, and said, “GAME ON BABE!!! Lead the way while I hang onto your precious prick.” I told Lisa that for being such a good sport, when we got out of the pool I would show her the interior of my storm shelter. That seemed to delight her because the installation of my storm shelter and the thunderstorm that had so frightened her were.