It was, she figured out after a while, a walrus tusk, a more-than-foot-long piece of hard bone, cream-colored ivory. She had to go on-line and search ... lot of ivory before she saw things like her huge treasure. She discovered that her tusk was about average in size but she did not see another that was the shape of her grandmother’s wonderful present.Sometime, probably long, long ago, a very skilled carver, very likely a sailor, had honed the tusk down to the shape of an erect human penis and. Let the tears that were welling behind her eyes come to the surface. Instead, she felt obliged to sit there, on one of the two poorly sprung second-hand armchairs in Freddy's room, mesmerised by the sight of real fucking, wishing that she were the one being fucked and not Ella.Fatima had time to study the scene in detail. It was a little like the porn films she'd seen. Only there was none of that chintzy synthetic music: the soundtrack being the garage sound of Ayia Napia coming from the stereo. Ling came out of the living room and said, “I’m going to take this opportunity to train a little.”“Okay, I’ll keep her busy,” replied Ed. He watched Ling go into the playroom. The floor of the room was covered with padding perfect for working out on.As Ling worked out, Betsy made several more round trips before getting curious about what her mother was doing in the other room. When Ed threw the ball, she headed to the playroom. From the doorway, she watched her mother go through her practice. Touching her, he began to fondle himself, sliding his hand up and down his member. Easing himself up to her, he spread her legs, startling her, pressing the head of his cock against her lips. Her breathing was staggered and urgent, fingers white as she gripped the bed. He pushed against her, parting her lips yet unable to enter her. Her fear made her too tight so he would have to help her in ways only his experienced body could supply. Kissing her belly, he sucked and licked from her hips to.