Then I felt guilt. Guilt about this relief. Followed finally by sadness and sympathy for Francis. I recalled how the passing of his dad in 2016 had re...lly hit him. And now it looked like his mum only had a few months left.All of my earlier thoughts about my own needs and fears disappeared at that moment. They still existed, but they were way back in a place that seemed a world away.I saw Sue hold both of Francis’ hands as she looked lovingly into his handsome face. “Francis, we’re so sorry to. His tongue licking so fast on my anus. His tongue entered my rosebud. He was finger fucking my pussy and eating my ass. I was so relaxed and moaning. “Oh God! It feels so good. Don’t stop! Oh fuck.” His tongue was fucking my anus now and his fingers were deep inside my pussy. I was moaning uncontrollably. He put my legs over his shoulders and slid his cock into my pussy. He was pushing, thrusting, and pounding my bald cunt. “Keep fucking me. Oh yes. Fuck my pussy!” He pulled out and went. This markedthe first time Heather had been seen in jeans in? well, forever.Heather?s smile continued. As she put together her outfit, she had thefeeling that she was removing the walls and bars of her inner prison.Hanging up the dress she was wearing was like opening the door for thelast time, starting the car like walking past the guard towers.?Hi, Frankie. New project.? She grabbed at her ponytail.?Me.?Heather climbed into the chair and showed Frankie some pictures on herphone. She described. I was surprised, however, none of my milk mates were acting as if anything was different, as if anything had happened to upset anyone at all. Everyone was doing their job in the usual manner with my erection performing its duties in their vaginas coursing away from rear to rear. Siza had started first doing me again while I did her and it seemed business as usual as she towed me around inserting me into Fern and Pool again and again.It was all so routine as if the concept of routine was quite.