“It better not be ruined. It better not stain the wood.”“I’m sorry,” I gasped, a snotty thread of silvery cum dangling from my dick.“Go. G...t away from me,” my mother snapped. She glared at me from her position on the wooden flooring.“But, mum--” I started.“I said go,” my mother said through clenched teeth. “We did it. I let you. It’s over.”She yelled at me when I tried to object. My mother stood up, underwear balled in her fist, magnificent in her nudity and anger as she pointed along the. Tom was still asleep. Mark set his cock on his hole and gently pushed it. Tom was tight and mark was having a hard time inserting. Soon mark was able to get his tip inside, the boy moved a bit and mark stopped. Then mark slowly started pushing, and stopped as soon as he saw tom waking up. By the time marks cock was halfway inside tom woke up due to the pain. He tried to stop his saying this isnt what he wanted, but mark grabbed him, and gave a powerful thrust shoving the rest of his cock. Suddenly we were all starving. Loretta volunteered to make a food run if I paid. I pulled my wallet out and handed her a ten. She ran off and I fixed the audio-box to the window, and then Grace and I scrambled into the backseat.Grace didn’t wait a second before jumping my bones. I saw a flash of white as her legs straddled my lap and her perky tits squashed against my chest as we kissed hungrily trying to make up for lost time. I had one hand inside her blouse massaging the nipple through her. Why should I hold on when there’s nothing to hold on to. Sex made me feel alive, but now I’m bored with mindless passion. Drugs were somewhere to hide, but they’ve left me feeling cold and empty.”Cynthia pulls away from the embrace, starring the man in the eyes. “I thought you were my friend; that you were someone that I could turn to. Now I realize that you were a friend when you needed something.”The man reaches out and grabs the girl. “You are mine, Cynthia Logan. Mine to pleasure ... and.