But I wanted to tease her pussy more. I then told her to run her hands in her inner thighs and rub them. Then tell her to squeeze and maul her boobs a... I would. She was following every one of my instructions and losing control by the second.With her purple bra lying on the floor, I grabbed it and wrapped it around my dick. I was stroking my dick with my precum dripping onto the bra. Convinced that her pussy was fully wet, seeing the patches on her panties, I told her to slide them down as. " Gross," Craig said automatically. For him, maybe. He was all man.Not for my darling Wendell. Not any longer. He'd always admiredwomen, and envied them it turns out, and he was now no different fromany. Well, a little different, still. "He still sounds like a faggotto me!" Craig added."No," I replied. I pulled my shoulders way back and thrust my breastsstraight up at Craig. Might as well torment him, now that hiserections were over for the evening. He'd managed three. She was beginning to feel the growing sensations of another orgasm building and it rolled through her just has her son began pumping thick streams of white, hot cum deep in her. They finished fucking, then finished undressing, then they resumed fucking and never left the bed until morning.Friday night finally arrived and with it all the trepidation of knowing what was in store as Carol considered it. She was looking forward to the fucking and she was looking forward to watching her son fucking. They pinned my hands behind my back, tied them with a nylon hose and stripped me off my own hose and panties in just one second. Now I was almost naked, just wearing a black tight linen skirt, which they wrenched up my body around my waist.I gasped in pain when the other guy shoved his fingers into my cunt. "Hey, man, the bitch is tight." He said laughing.The other asked me: "Have you ever been fucked up the asshole, bitch?" I started crying through my gag, tears pouring down my cheeks, when I.