Mark just said to take some deep breaths and open wide, chuckling as he pushed harder against my virgin pussy. I could feel him twisting and every now...and again, feel the cold liquid run down the crack of my ass. After what was probably a couple of minutes that felt like an eternity, the object slide in and my hold closed in around it. Now you are mine Mark said. Stand up. As I did, I could feel the object in my ass. Oh my God I loved it.Grabbing my boy cock and balls in one hand, Mark led me. Holding it hard even if he did come some, and up in her, while not being able to feel her throb against him. The enlightenment of feeling the strings press against her cunt and his cock as they rock together. So well worth it.Donald lets Emma ride him over and over. He can tell the feel of the rough string against the sides of her cunt is arousing to her. And as he lifts, pulls her to him so he can suck her rosy breasts and tits, still enclosed in the lassos, she moans and whimpers at his. After my wife died, I was really struggling with all of the loss and my mom and I spent more time together because neither of us had anyone left. Occasionally, we would sit at the table talking and she would look at me with this distant look as if the sight of me took her back in time somehow. I did look like a younger version of my dad. We were both 6'2", stocky, muscular - built like fullbacks - generally big all over; the kind of size that overpowers most other men when we stood next to. Deftly but aggressively he penetrated to his first knuckle, when Val grasped his hand by the wrist and exclaimed "Tyrone, no!...Please don't! I'm not a slut" Aw, cum on honey, just relaaaaax, go with the flooooow. Just let it haaaaaaappen. Don't resist me! Relax and let it be..." He spoke so confidently and hypnotically, it commanded her to submit.She acquiesced now and was docile to the potent advance."Ooooooh!" She moaned longingly as Tyrone's eager finger wormed it's way to his second.