We went out to the bearskin rug. I put a desensitizing lotion on my cock, which helps me to last longer. She rode me furiously. Every time her hair fl...pped back her gaze was one of complete lust. I held onto her boobs for dear life and it occurred to me she could be a Goddess. She came so often the bearskin was drenched with it. That produced a pronounced sexual odor which drove me wild. “Are you getting a burn yet?” she hissed. “No, but I’m getting ready to come. Are you ready?” “Oh yeah,. Pow! It was tempting, but she didn’t think it would come to that: for all his many faults she didn’t think Mo would try to hit her, even though no doubt there was a verse in his freaking Qur’an somewhere saying he should! In fact she had a memory of her papa telling her there was a line saying men should avoid hitting their wives in the face! Jesus Christ.She’d see how he was. To be honest she was feeling a little bit more tolerant after letting her feelings out, and busting his disgusting. We kissed and groped. She grabbed my ass and felt up my cock in its mesh jock. I felt her cameltoe, then ... WHAT WAS THAT? My finger actually entered her suit, brushing her pubes and her crack. I said: Ah, oops, I think you have a tear in your suit! Uh, oh, she smiled, I guess the stitching came undone (her smile told me she had helped)! She smiled and raised her knees, wrapping her legs around my back. I leaned her against the pool, and inserted my finger deeper into her pussy. . It asked me a series of questions. "Does your mother accusing youof being gay sexually arouse you?" "Does the thought of your mother oraunt dressing you in women's clothes and forcing you to date men arouseyou?" "Does the idea of being a feminized sissy slave arouse you?" And Ishamefully answered "Yes" to each question.A few weeks later my mother brought up the news media hot topic of gaymarriage. My mother said she was opposed to gay marriage, she said it waswrong. I immediately got nervous.