I grab a tube of lube and say, "Why should I care if it hurts you? It won't hurt me, slut. You're going to let me fuck you hard and fast." I get betwe...n your sprawled legs and lift one leg over my shoulder to gain leverage and open your ass wider to take my aching prick. "Now you're helpless, bitch," I say. "You can't stop me. Not that a cumslut like you would resist." You take the hint and start to weakly struggle, pushing against my chest with your hands, knowing that turns me on. I grab your. I told her that over the phone one evening, and she got mad, really mad. Mad at me for questioning her wisdom and her powers. Mad that her only child didn't believe she could make everything right again.The next morning, everything was back on track, at least on the surface.***Now the clock is ticking down to the final moment until my wedding. I am nervous as hell, but yet I'm angry at my parents, at my Mother especially. My Father passed away eight months ago in a car accident, and my Mother. In fact, I was nearing another orgasm as I continued to massage my clit, which was actually starting to become sore at this point. My lips opened and my tongue lashed out at her clit. Maybe I had never done this, but I knew what I liked the few times my husband actually did this to me. Her wetness coated my tongue and lips and she began to ride my face. A brief moment of reality hit me and the intense shame washed over me again. Almost immediately, I orgasmed! I pulled my hand away from my sore. This instantly arroused me, and my hand reached down to fondle my hardening cock. Then I heard movement in the row directly behind me and over by the wall. As I looked in that direction, I was surprised to hear a woman's voice whisper, "Would you like to move back to our row and play?" She was sitting next to a man with his pants down around his ankles, her hand on his hard cock.I quickly moved to the seat next to her. She told me her name was Jenny and the man was her husband Johnny. She said.