”“Take it. Take that big black daddy cock…”“Oh yes, I’m so wet, I’m leaking all over the place, please fill me with your cum!”He could...never quite fit it all the way to the hilt, always wanting more, increasing his speed as he reached towards his own end. And that was the hardest part, how roughly he took me before slamming into me in one final thrust. I moaned, shaking, my clitty hard and leaking as I got used. It was almost like the old days, and my mind drifted downwards to other dark ideas,. “be a dear, and help lift these floorboards” she said, struggling with hard wood flooring in her closet. David knelt, and pried the oak boards up, one and then the other. Hidden securely within the floor joist laid a square fireproof lock box. David remove the box and turned to hand it to his mother, please just set it on the dresser. “What is this mom?” David said. The box was cool from dampness and covered in dust. Placing the boards back his mom stomp them in place and used her foot to. But the hormones had kicked in with a vengeance. Overnight his dreams became vivid with erotic images. At first he had been content with a bit of mild voyeurism. Just enough to fuel his thirst and to make the fantasies seem real. He'd go to parties, stand back and watch the couples discovering one another. He'd carefully watched the timing, the rhythm, the little details, then later at night he'd insert himself in the picture in his dreams.His box of dreams and fantasies was being opened more. I noticed Phil watching Chris many times and became critical because Chris liked to wear sexy clothes and walk round the house in summer in a very brief black bikini that left little to the imagination. It Wasn,t easy for me to hide the affect Chris had on me, Phil and even son Rick, but when Sarah noticed she just laughed. “Chris likes wearing comfortable gear and she,s become a beautiful young woman. Would you have her dress like a nun?” Sarah defended her. So Chris continued to tempt the.