I wanted them in me quickly and after they were hard, they lifted me onto a nearby couch and soon their cocks were pumping my wet slit. I moaned out a... each one of them pumped me hard before another slid in after them. This was my fantasy and I savored the moment as I took their erections deep in my tight little cunt. I had fucked a lot of guys in my life as a young girl, but I relished the fact that my pussy still looked tight and unused, not like my mom or grandma’s gaping holes and hanging,. Why are men such wankers?Because they have a willy with a head but no brains that hangs out with two nuts and lives next door to an arsehole.What do a beer bottles and men have in common?They are both empty from the neck up.Why can women never find their way to a man's heart?Because they aim too high.How many honest, intelligent, caring men in the world does it take to do the dishes?Both of them.Why don't women talk during foreplay?They don't have enough time.Why does it take three million. Never the less, June dried off the butt plug and vibrator, set them aside, and put her hands on both of the clamps. She closed her eyes and quickly squeezed the clamps until they opened, freeing the nipples from their grip. The rush of blood returning to June’s nipples caused her to scream. The pain was more severe than she had anticipated. Tears flowed from her eyes down across her cheeks and onto her lips. She licked the salty tears from her lips, vowing never again to put the clips on her. “Your father has always been like this. I should have never married him.” mom said, still crying.I gently held mom’s chin and lifted her head. “Hey now, if you weren’t ‘married to him I wouldn’t be born.” I said and smiled at her. I gently kissed her forehead, which seemed to calm her down. Mom hugged me tighter. I moved down and kissed her cheeks. My thumb brushed against her lips.My heartbeat had gotten faster. I wondered if I could take it any further. I softly paced my lips on hers and.