His cock hitting my G-spot, my entire body tingles and grows hot. I moan louder breathing faster. Donatello reaches up grabbing onto my breasts; he ta...es my nipples between his fingers gently pinching the twisting. My entire body tingles as I feel Donnie's cock grow even more. My excitement increases, my entire body is now tingling. I feel the sensation build and build. Our moans grow louder together. “Oh god Donatello, fuck me, god harder, fuck me harder. Don't stop I'm so close.” I beg. “Cum. And although my imagination was very creative and detailed, I wanted visual cues. So soon enough I had a notebook, marked “Biology” as a subject, with all kinds of crazy drawings I would come up with. Girls bending over, men having their ways with them. Girls inserting things into their cunts, assholes and rubbing their clits. Guys jerking their cocks, while watching girls strip, threesomes, orgies, gangbangs, lesbians and gays, anything and everything that would be considered sexual.Soon I. Mom was actually shaking, as I continued to hug dad I could see him begin to sweat."What the HELL were you doing in our bedroom, Jessica" Mom yelled at me "What the HELL are you doing cooking and roasting young girls, Mother" I yelled back just as angrily. She began to shake badly and then cry, suddenly wanting to comfort, walking over to her, I took her in my arms and hugged her, "Don't worry mom, its ok, in fact the tapes made me so hot and horny, I’ve been masturbating all weekend" I said as. I guard her likeness still, faded as it has become. That she was a gentle woman I have no doubts. I would have followed in her ways, perhaps, had not my father remarried. I remember well the coming of Stepmama, as I first called her. Father was then no more than thirty-five and she was twenty eight. I remember her being all of a glitter, much taken with jewelry as she ever is, tight-waisted, slender, and an allure to all male eyes. I remember that she awed me a little at first, for her voice,.