He had self-control.The bachelor party was the first sign that he'd been wrong. Painfully wrong. He wanted that woman. He wanted his cock up her cunt ...nd pounding away. Rejecting her took every ounce of willpower he had. He told the guys about the pact mostly so they'd make him live up to it. He had to live up to it. For Paula.The music was so loud that conversations were reduced to bare essentials. "Gee, Paula, this is a great bachelorette party" became "Party!" with a thumbs-up and a big. Snapping out of his daze, though he still held his mother’s hand, he kissed her hand, and laid it gently back onto the bed. He looked at her for a long moment more, before standing up to leave. After all he had a job to do. He left her room closing the door behind him, and made his way down the hallway, which smelt badly of old people’s urine and feces. He actually hated this place, and he hated the fact that his mother had to reside in a place like this. It reminded him more of a death tomb. Ha, I remember this one chick I fucked was so small that I seriously almost ripped through her womb, into her stomach. I didn’t of course because that would have killed her, but she was cumming so hard that she wanted me to. The fucked up thing is that I could have done it easily. Since she was a screamer, she didn’t stop yelling at me to rip her in half the whole time, so I had to fuck her until she passed out just to shut her up. When she woke up, she told me that he didn’t stop cumming from. We used to sleep in the same room, as my other sister used to live in hostel. One night when I got up, I saw my sister sleeping on her bed. She was wearing a salwar suit of a very thin material. In the dim light , I cud see her breasts moving up and down.I got excited and slowly went and placed my hand on her breast very slowly. Only then I realized that perhaps she was not wearing her bra. I decided to check on her clothes, she changed before sleeping. I went to the chair near her bed and.