His rigid cock is massaging my sensitive pussy walls with each thrust, stoking the embers of my prior orgasms and building a fire so hot that my whole...body feels like it’s melting. ‘Oh God! Aunt Sara,’ he says, pulling his mouth from mine. ‘You feel so fucking good!’ he pants as he slams his cock into my liquefied hole. I stare into his gorgeous brown eyes, unexpectedly conscious of how tightly my arms and legs are wrapped around him and how frantically he’s pounding into me. My pleasure is. “You mean my cock pumping away in my trousers don’t you Ursula?” She laughed heartily, "You had better come inside but remember with inflation it is not just your cock that is rising - it is costs too, I need 50 dollars to do the trick.” “And how much for Barley and Oats?” “You too, you would like a dick up the ass huh?, it will only be a dolly dick though but I have got one of the best Ann Summers can muster.” “Then I am for it,” I replied in a frenzy already, just the thought of being fucked. It seemed as though her cervix was being physically displaced, as though his tip was trying to batter it’s way directly into her womb. It was all too much. Her vaginal muscles spasmed, causing her to double forward with an incoherent cry. Her hands dropped onto his chest in order not to fall forward completely. Still doubled forward, and without conscious intent, she tried to squash down further. Rachael was responding to a visceral need to be penetrated to the maximum. Her hips twisted and. And suddenly it dawned on her what it was. Ever since her period started it had been completely regular and completely in sync with her mother's, as is often the case. So under normal circumstances they should both have been writhing in agony, yet only Catherine seemed so afflicted. She remembered the unusually frequent noises from her parents' bedroom in recent weeks and the implication seemed inevitable. "Mom! Are you pregnant?" she blurted out.Joanna nearly choked on her coffee sending it.