That is the devil talking honey. If you don't touch your penis you won't have these terrible yearnings. Do you understand baby?"Gasping, I moaned out,..."Yes mommy." Good. That's my baby boy." Mom responded as her hand increased it's speed."Mommy ... mommy..." I almost whispered."What baby? What's wrong?" My 'icky' stuff is going to come out if you don't quit. Can't help it mommy."My eyes were closed tightly, and though my thoughts weren't of God I felt like I was in Heaven. Mommy leaned in close. " He then turned toward Sunny and began pumping his dick, rolling his eyes back. His sticky cum shot all over Sunny's face, some landing in her mouth because of her opening it to scream.Sunny was so humiliated, and mad. She began to try whiping the cum off her face, but only made matters worse by spreading it onto her hands and hair.Elma finally turned back to her normal breathing and looked at sunny, disgusted. Cum was not her thing. She then moved her eyes toward the pizza man and he began. Soon she just moaned and groaned with pleasure as he asserted his domination of this bitch. A feeling I had also experienced and enjoyed. The knot had the desired effect of making her cum before he pressed hard and her pussy stretched to accept it. Now tied he began the impregnation of this very willing bitch.As he began to fill her up with his juices Gus, having finished fucking Cindy, walked into the shed. He found his wife moaning and muttering obscenities as the Great Dane did his best to. ‘Yes. I go to the ‘Rep’ whenever they do a season and of course to Stratford as much as I can.’ Eve seemed to give that some pensive thought. ‘I would love to be able to do that. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?’ ‘None I’m afraid. Music, the Ballet and Billy Waggledagger, well all literature really, that’s me. Boring I suppose.’ She laughed at the use of the comic name for England’s renowned playwright. But she disagreed. ‘No it isn’t. All my husband talks about is his successful.