"I don't know about you, but I have a date," Sholandra said, implying that Laura, though all the men at work wanted to screw her, would be spending th... evening alone. "I'll tell you what," she continued. "You come up to my apartment while I change, and I'll fix us both a drink. He won't be here for another hour."Laura smiled. "Okay."Sholandra had a small, stylish apartment, much like Laura's, in a highrise building overlooking the waterfront. She made each of them a cocktail, then disappeared. I felt my anus involuntarily close tight. I sighed knowing I had to relax to take my son’s thick massive cock in me. Mmm, yes I began to moan, soft whispers of encouragement as much for myself as my son Janus. Yes Janus , yes, uh huh your tongues so warm and wet on me. Use your fingers in my pussy my darling. Finger fuck me, get me soaking wet and smear my hot juices with your saliva on my butt hole.I heard a low rumbling and felt Janus above me. I closed my eye and my heart seemed to stop. (Not a great retreat, I did not understand what had happened to me, at that moment on I found something. I like to have a good time, have fun, tease men, but which I have never reached. Now I want to be a dirty bitch, a whore to be fucked in all holes, humiliated, beaten, called dirty words. I wanted this.)Osama went around me,, approached from behind and began to play with my tail. He quickly pulled out a butt plug inserted back, slapped on the ass, laughed saying great whore. My husband took. Well, of course, it was, what I mean is that it seemed like it had it's own life. But then I curled my fingers around it and softly felt its heft and firmness.It was hard, that was true, but the outside was soft, especially as I ran my thumb over the head, it was soft and silky.My pussy was going crazy, tingling, throbbing, just on fire. This was sex. Not full sex, not intercourse, not fucking but sex. Then, I held him steady and I raised my other hand to trace a finger around the tip. It was.