Holding your head steady by your hair, I drive my cock in and out. Tears are forming at the corner of your eyes, spit coating my cock. You pull me i... with each thrust. Your eyes meeting mine. You occasionally check the tv, waiting for your turn. I’m savouring the feeling of your lips and throat around me. The feel of you pulling into you. The sound. The look of pure lust in your eyes. Then suddenly you grip my hips and stop me and pull your lips off my cock.“My turn,” you say with a. "Well? Seeing how you are now allowed to speak freely, what do you think of my proposal?" I asked, while regally sipping my iced tea again.Falkren stood up and asked, "So, … that is the only thing we need to do for you? Just bed you when you want us to and we are free men?" Yes," I reply."We will be free. Free to do whatever we feel like doing?" Falkren asked."Leave?" Eric asked hopefully."Marry?" Jorah questioned."Buy a house?" Falkren chimed in."After three months, I will not have a say as to. "Yeah, what did she say?" Bailee said, bracing herself for the worst. "Well, she wanted you to come home. She said that you were getting into the same kind of trouble here that you were back home, so you might as well be home," Aunt Ruth said. "See! I told you that's what she would say! I knew it, you are all out to keep me from having any happiness at all!" Bailee said, crying again. "You didn't let me finish, Bailee. I talked to your mother for a long time, discussing all of this. I told her. How was this kid making me feel this way? I'm 45 and I'm pretty much always in control of situations!"Well, what do you say, Mom?" Megan ... please ... I can't. I'm your mother. You're fifteen!" I'm not worried about that. Wanna see the rest?"In the same way as the first, she opened the other side of her robe. Now I could see it all, including her perfectly shaved pussy."Oh, Megan," I whispered, unable to contain myself, "you're so beautiful." Thank you, Mom. I'm so glad you like what you see..