She loved that too. The most amazing thing was that fifteen minutes later we were both cleaned up and doing real work. The most wonderful thing was ...hat tomorrow was a work day and I'd get to do it again. I hate weekends!-- ps --Cathy is dying to know who the man was, but doesn't bother to ask. I've volunteered the answer six times, naming a different man each time, each man one I thought of using. She's never even considered the possibility that there wasn't another man there. She wants. ..., get off me and pull it out. You hurting me baby."I look at my mother and stick my cock deep inside her. My mother gasp a little and continued resisting. I continued fucking my mother until she cumms at least 3 times.I was really afraid as my mother still not saying anything .The following weeks my father home. I am ready for my punishment ,but my father wasn't doing anything to me . For 6 months my mother act normal ,act as nothing happened between us. I was really confused.6 moths passed. I've been naked with several men at once."Gwen, too, had experiences to relate. She told of Thad, her father and others who had mounted her. And as they told their stories, they discovered their common alma mater — Gracely House. They giggled and laughed as they told of their respective adventures — of fucking and sucking and sexual discovery.Marcie was the first to slip her hand between her legs and begin rubbing her pussy. Gwen quickly followed. They looked at each other and rubbed, stroking. I see you are wearing a wedding band, so I guess you’ll just be my soldier boy for a little while, but that’s okay.’ Her observation set a quieter tone, and we both started eating. Charlotte ate like she laughed, with gusto. She packed food away like a soldier, and as we drank the sweet iced tea typical of the South, she offered a toast. ‘To my soldier boy. May our time together be fun and may we have no regrets when we part.’ With this thought-provoking suggestion winding its way through my.