I hang onto him as he thrusts. My arms are wrapped around his, gripping his shoulders. He hits the depths of me every time he pushes in and every ner...e in me tingles. He grabs my leg and pushes it above me. My other leg follows and soon I’m completely open to him. He pushes in deeper at a different angle. He fucks me faster and every time he enters me he hits my g-spot. Sensations shoot through my body. He starts to slow, and he pushes his full length into me. I can feel it when he explodes.. They're full of pig-meal, but it's very different from the usual stuff; it's almost entirely fibrous bulk, with very little nutritional value. We're supposed to feed them half a bucket-full each three times daily, early morning, mid-day, and in the evening, and the idea is that they'll be so hungry they'll be forced to eat it, and be hungry again an hour or so later.' 'Means they'll be shitting a lot!' Rebecca giggled. 'Well, that's authentic for pigs!' Evadne laughed, and I could see her. “Ohhhh…Fuuucckk…Unngghh!” we cried as the orgasms sent waves of pleasure through our body and made our pussies squirt. We were full of lust and our mouths happily welcomed the heavenly juices.We were in bed kissing each other until Rachel said, “I want to fuck your son.”“Yes, he needs it.” I said. There was no way I was going to deprive my step-son of this amazing woman.A few days later, we had everything set up and ready to go for the celebration, but we hadn’t foreseen that my step-son would. Not wanting to ruin our time together, I said, “Ann Marie, I haven’t been with anyone since my wife died. It’s been long enough that I might have no self-control.“To be perfectly honest, I could come at any instant, but the good news is that I will have great recuperative powers because it’s been so long.” At my gentle urging she released Mr. Johnson from her hungry mouth and slid back up on top of me. We kissed for so long, it felt like we might just stay that way all day, but Ann Marie needed.