I would come home nearly every weekend to spend time with her, but nothing seemed to change much. All my relatives who had supported her were slowly w...aning off, leaving her to wallow in her grief by herself. I wouldn’t blame them, they were tired of the sad old lady. Even my weekly travels were taking a toll on my health and finances. Seeing mom like that had impacted my work performance as well.So, I decided to move her to where I lived. I figured that a change in place might help change her. I could see Harry's cock pushing into her and her labia expanding and hugging it. I could feel Joan's arousal reaching a peak, her breathing heavy, her body giving into all of the sensual pleasure and the soft moans she was making. I needed more. I started fingering Joan's ass with a lubricated finger, then two fingers to relax her for my cock. Joan and I have learned that relaxing is crucial for anal sex. I put my lubricated cock lightly against her anus and rubbed it around the entrance. I. She had about eight hours until Brad returned home. She intended to have many orgasms in that time. All the while thinking about enormous cocks. Thoughts about Daniel’s hot load wove around thoughts about the impossibly cold cum Thomas had deposited in her vagina the day before. The boys in that house had used her for their pleasure, and she’d loved it. She’d loved it so much, she’d made a devil’s bargain with a phantom. Penelope’s large breasts wobbled as she brought herself to the first of. . I d-don’t know what that reason is, you w-w-won’t tell me.”“We’ll show you, eventually.” Matt nodded, and helped her back up into her squat. “But if you think this is too dangerous, then we can’t take you to the Hisil, either. Shit can be a lot worse there.”Perspective, like an ice bath after being out in the heat. Or a slap to the face with a tire iron. They were about to do something dangerous, probably something that would upset Jacob, and that was the level of danger the Hisil provided..