Finally, his father pushed in a third finger. Pete cried out in ecstasy, loving the way his father’s fingers moved in his ass. “Oh god, yes.” He...sighed. The fingers in his ass began to move again. They moved in and out of his crack, causing him to shudder. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh god yes dad!” he screamed. “Yes son, that’s it. Cry out for me. Beg for me to fuck you, I need you to beg for it.” Pete just needed his dad’s cock in him, he didn’t care about what would happen afterwards, he just needed. Unfortunately, I'd been in a coma for three weeks after the wound and a bunch of scarring built up internally before I started PT.You can minimize external scar tissue with the cream I was rubbing on Dani and Samantha each day. In fact, they treated the scars on my stomach and back the same way. But once scar tissue builds up internally, it's very difficult to reduce it. I hated to admit that it was almost a burden to get to my weekly massage on Friday afternoons. My muscles were compensating. " She simpered. "Too bad, too -- it's kinda fun to watch, sometimes..." Mama!" What? I'm serious!" Serious?" Terence stuck his head through the door. "About what?" Nothing, Bro," Damian chuckled. "Done already?" You SAID to save you some hot water..." Terence replied."Cool. But you still don't want to stink..." HEY! I don't stink!" Terence argued."You do after a football game!" Damian laughed."Ain't played ball in a week or two..." Terence grinned."Well you have to shower, anyway..." Damian. I arched backwards, holding the side of the bed and wriggling with each successive thrust.Moans of pleasure escaped my throat as he increased his steady speed.Suddenly he stopped his movement for a while sending a wave from his body to mine making me arch my back furtherrising my breasts to his mouth.Then he started again while sucking my breasts and in faster thrusts entering in me deeper with each time. The stifled moans which came from me were now louder, in bursts.After 15 minutes of.