Robb's strong hand slides through Catelyn's auburn locks and, featherly, his thumb brushes over her ear and her earlobe, sending a shiver up her spine...His voice whispered close to her face, his breath washing over the pale skin of his mother, "Are you cold, mother? Shall I heighten the fire?"Burning her cheeks crimson, Catelyn slid her hands onto her eldest son's chest and murmured, "No...that felt good," as she began to trace the outline of his defined muscles through the thin fabric of his. . like... Tom." She feltherself tensing up and squeezed his hand for support. He was really sweetand she needed to say this. "I'm really grateful to you for everythingyou've done for me these past weeks, Scott. I... I... don't know how I'dhave made it without you."Scott drew her even closer and gave her a gentle squeeze. "It's okay Amy.I'm happy to spend time with you and talk. I wish I could do more. I stillthink you should consider talking with a rape counselor. But I don't wantto push. Kaylee flipped her sweaty hair behind her head, and began to kiss Tara on the back and shoulders. She pulled Tara’s head back by the pony tail and kissed her deeply. Kaylee felt her legs pulled out from underneath her. She cried out in surprise and laughter. She fell so that she was now flat on her belly. She turned her head to see the fat man standing behind her. “What are you laughing at, slut?” he said. “Just your limp dick,” Kaylee said. She kicked her foot out suddenly and tried to nick. Her face pressed sideways into the glass. Her tits smushed against it hard. Her hands still bound, pinned down in front of her.One hand gripping her hair to keep her steady, I reach down with my other hand and take a handful of asscheek. God she feels incredible. I spread her cheeks and pry my way to her crotch, getting my hips down lower and aiming my cock upward. It’s an awkward angle but I force it.My tip finds her slippery entrance and I shove. She yelps with her face smushed against the.