The boys are below. I can hear them talking, they seem to be planning something else, but I don’t pay them any attention. Still stunned, I cling to ...he tree wondering what to do. Suddenly I am hit with a jolt of freezing water. The boys have gotten the garden hose and are spraying me from below. It’s a cool night anyway, and the water is so cold it hurts. They soak me; cold water saturates the bathrobe I am wearing. My skin turns pink and I start to shake. They direct the water to gush. We both sat down on the bed, and we spoke. I tried to console mom while placing my hands on her cum covered thighs. I got up and started to undress until I stood before her naked.Me, “Does this make you feel better? I’m also naked now, so stop crying.”After about 10-15 minutes, I convinced her it was ok. Mom had stopped crying and come to terms with the situation. I looked at her and saw her makeup ruined, partly from Mr. Kay fucking her and partly from the tears running down her face.She had. At lunch, Chuck and I talked about leaving Perth. I'd been here for over 23 years, and he for just over 25. Both of his kids were in Sydney, as was Patrick. And Sarah? The CSIRO wanted him at Black Mountain. The Museum wanted me. I was now 54, he was only a bit younger. Here we'd get older and greyer. Should we move? All four of us?I walked in on an over-excited Weena."Patrick called! He spoke with Sarah! My baby's okay!" I spoke to him, too." And she'll call soon! What should I say to her?". His cock felt big, much bigger than it did when she was taking it into her mouth. With every push it seemed to grow, seemed to push deeper into her at the same time spreading her wider. Pain and pleasure were combining themselves more and more as she started to lose control over her body and mind. This guy was nothing she had experienced before, no man had ever managed to fuck her to a point where she was completely without will. He could do anything to her at this point and she had no.