Then she noticed what he had in his hand. Her eyes widened in shock."This, my dear Teela, is something for you to use," he informed her. "Now put it o...." Is that what I think it is?" she asked."Yes it's a huge strap-on cock for you to use so you can fuck your mother her ass. Hard," he told her."My mother?" she questioned. "My mother is dead, He-man." No, she isn't, Teela," he let her know. "You're mother is in front of you right now."She looked at him incredulously. "He-man, you mean the. No. I see your point. That sucks though. I never really thought about it. Was it really that hard for you to be friends with my girlfriends? I always thought you got along really well with them over the years." Yeah, most of them were great. But there's a line you don't cross. Ladies are super territorial; and it was enough of a challenge to just be friends with you and not cause them to freak out, much less get cuddly. And I suspect I kept my distance for my own reasons too." She said. Finally the shock hits me! ...'my sister is sitting on my cock, and she is about to cum all over me'...this thought made my cock go even harder then it was before, this made my sister put her hands on my shoulders to support herself as she shook uncontrollably on top of me. The hotness surrounding my cock made the heat around us seem cool. I felt her ecstacy running down my balls. She tried to hold back her cries but to no avail. "OO MY G-God." She finally let out. "I'm So Sorry! I didn't mean. This woman belonged in Hustler Magazine not in a class act like Playboy or Penthouse. She really was raunchy but oh so gorgeous. With a little help from me she even got the fat end of my baseball bat into her pussy, at least about eight inches of it. Those pictures were worth a thousand dollars. Valerie was not in any hurry to leave my office after our second fuck either except her cell phone rang. It was Mona’s husband wondering where she was. She told him that she was in the lady’s room and.