‘Because today you can fuck me the regular way, in the cunt,’ she said, thrilled by the prospect. ‘I’m on the pill again, so I don’t have to...worry anymore about being knocked up, especially by my son.’ That, I hadn’t expected, not quite yet. But it sure counted as good news. See, the first few times all mom did was suck my cock and feed me her pussy. Then she said we really needed to fuck but she was still young, and had to be careful about getting pregnant. Neither one of us had a condom. Recessed into one wall was a space set aside as an art gallery. A grainy brochure proudly announced an acquisition from, of all places, The Detroit Institute of Arts. At 40 inches by 50 inches the painting had the ominous name of, The Nightmare. How befitting of its time and place.We individual members of the wedding party were given a private audience of a few minutes in the diminutive gallery to view the artistic masterpiece. My wife Cassandra entered before me and exited minutes later. I slipped my finger in deeper and I could feel my thumb on the other side of the membrane which separated her pussy and her anus. I arched my thumb tip up pressed against her g spot. I slipped my ring finger inside her tight anus and probed my deeply. As I worked my thumb and fingers inside of her, Sheila began to moan and buck her hips against my hand effectively fucking herself with my fingers and thumb.She looked deep into my eyes and softly said, "Michael, if you don't fuck me soon I think. He didn't have time to think about identity issues. up.After finally coaxing her to show a cute smiling face that was a little arrogant but still expressed forgiveness, and then took the initiative to take his arm, Lu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief.Very good, it’s still a familiar taste, this is the girlfriend he gets along with day and night can’t be wrong, the sense of reality fully expressed in various details makes him unable to help but start to doubt his own judgment, has she really been.