Mom moved her hand down between her legs and grasped my prick as I moved to her slippery cunt. When the head slipped inside she wasn't the only one t...at groaned. It was like a chorus of groans as the others watched this special fuck. Mom's blue eyes looked up at my blue eyes. She had the facial expression of a woman who was getting fucked, her eyes droopy and her lips swollen and full. She pressed her clit against my shaft as I drove my cock in and out of the cunt that birthed me. "I love. Built from local grey stone and three storeys high, four if you count the roof top sanctuary. It's shaped like an off centred cross, two short and two long wings, off the central square hub”.“My parents bought it before I was even born, then spent more than ten years renovating and improving it. There's a gym, sauna, utilities room, office spaces and kitchen on the ground floor. Up on the first floor is the lounge, cinema, library and dining room. One small wing is my war room, and art studio.. . Sis, I'll do dishes on your nights . . . I'll stay out of your CDs . . . anything you want . . . Just don't tell Dad!" By now, my raging hard-on had shriveled into nothing, and was back in my suit. The thought of my Dad knowing what happened had totally wiped my feelings of horniness away. Obviously Colleen knew this scared me, and was perfectly willing to take advantage of it."Well, John, I don' really care about dishes and CDs right now. However, since you have agreed to do anything, you. It made me feel disgusted actually, and brought back bad memories of several weeks ago. I decided to wait until Tuesday to try anything again. The next Tuesday night I decided to just go with what I felt and I didn?t fight the feeling when I closed my eyes and imagined Andrew?s bare foot on my forehead and his sweaty bare toes in my mouth. Somehow, even the humiliation of that moment and vividly remembering the taste made me more excited. Allowing myself to lose myself in this memory and.