Saying so, she took my hands in her own and rested them on her breasts. I delicately pressed her breasts. At this age also, they were firm. Mom encou...aged me to go ahead. I took her nipples in my fingers and pressed them hard. Mom moaned, ‘oooooch! Don’t be so harsh, mahesh. Take it easy’. Now i was kneading her nipples and pressing her boobs. She asked me to get up and sit. When i sat, she said, ‘mahesh, want some milk?’ when i nodded, she unhooked her bra and dropped it. Here, the treasure. I could see everything. Christ, her vulva was plump.”“I know.” My wife undulated her hips, grinding on my hard-on. “So you need to be patient. I'm not having you spoil your appetite for tonight's feast.”“You're serious.”She nodded her head.“Mom, Dad,” our daughter shouted.“We're in the shed,” my wife called.I jumped away from my wife as the door yanked open with a groaning creak. My daughter glanced in, a grin crossing her face. “What were you two doing in here?”“Nothing,” I groaned, my dick. Anyway, almost every night I would hear my mother crying out. It sounded like she was in terrible pain. Then in the morning I would see her at breakfast. Often she looked tired, but she always had the most glorious expression of happiness on her face."It was obvious to me that Dad was torturing her somehow. I even began to read the Marquis de Sade because I was sure Mom was a masochist. She had to be. How else could you explain the combination of the screams of pain at night during her torture. Travis pushed the Ranger's headdown into this groin as the guy continued to screamout while Richard's dick forced its way up his rectum. With the last inch of cock meat shoved up his ass,the Ranger began to again suck on Travis' steel rod.The young man pushed up into Richard letting him knowhe was ready to go. The message was received loud andclear as Richard began fucking the Ranger's tight asswith gusto.Though he was an avid bottom and few men could takehis cock, he did enjoying fucking.