I then made her get on all fours and spread her legs. Scooping up a handful of earth I sprinkled it into her butt-crack, which she had obediently used...her hands to open wide on my command, and violently thrust the entire length of my rock-hard cock into her assShe shrieked in agony, repeatedly screaming like the Devil Himself was r****g her. I compounded the whore's hellish experience by yanking her head by her now filthy hair savagely, to the point where it felt as though it might come right. I want you so badly. I hold you close to me, kissing your neck and chest. You slowly start to rub my pussy. You comment on how wet I am. I just smile knowing that you are the cause of that. The desire that I have for you is overwhelming. You can read my mind. You know I want you to make love to me, you say not yet. I am in a playful mood. You see this and lightly spank me. I moan in pleasure. Your fingers continue rubbing my clit. You start to finger-fuck me. I clinch your fingers as I start to. I could see the concern on her face, and the warmth of her caring would stir inside of me. I’d feel embarrassed about impure thoughts, but she wants me to explore them. She understand everything about the human sexual appetite and wants to feed everything that I crave. I reach out and touch her tummy, then waist and she coos like a bird, closing her eyes with a smile. Putting her hand over the flesh covering my human heart. I pull her closer, my lips kissing up and down her tummy. I can feel. The camcorder that I was using to document my mother's sluthood was a reward from her and my father for making the Dean's list. I was spying on her from the tree house that my father and I had built when I was only ten years old. Actually, he did the building and I did the fetching. I had spent many happy hours in the cozy shack watching birds or star-gazing through my telescope. The shack was only a dozen feet from my parent's second-floor bedroom. I always hoped for a glimpse of Mom in the.