Kelly screamed loudly as her climax built with each of his thrusts. The orgasms kept rolling through her body like thunderbolts. Each time Alex pushed...his cock into her, a new wave would crest, crashing into her mind. Her moisture was running freely down through the crack of her ass and onto the carpet. Kelly threw her arms around him, and despite her best efforts to the contrary, dug her nails into his back as her body exploded in bliss. She began thrashing underneath him as her body pulsed in. I pumped up and down as I heard something creak open. I shuddered, picturing my naked, busty mom hurrying across the room, her large tits heaving. She would have a thick, blonde bush dripping with her passion. I imagined her kneeling before her boss and sliding a black harness up her body.I vaguely understood how strap-ons worked. I was fifteen and heard stories. I should find some lesbian porn. That would be hot to watch. Or that futa porn produced by that Japanese girl who had my same rare. Bob takes this moment to return to the room. The host askshim if he wants to stay. Staring at the breasts of the twowomen, Bob says yes. They tell him that he must answer 5 daresif he is to remain.He gets the “Kiss 3 people of the opposite sex” dare and youare second, Nancy is third. You grope Bob as the first womanhas, rubbing his cock through his trousers. Nancy does you onebetter, unzipping his fly and reaching inside.Bob doesn’t get you (thinks you were no. 1) and looses 4. Instead of history, there is only legend. In the aftermath of the civil war, particularly in the south, so many husbands and older sons died in the war, a majority of wives and mothers took control of their farms and small businesses. A smaller number of women, conditioned to oblige male supremacy were subjected to the whims of their younger sons. These barely adolescent boys, struggling with the loss of a father and brothers and urged by the onset of adult hormones, often took sexual control.