She struggled to get her head from the toilet bowl so that she could get a breath of air, but the heavy boot remained planted firmly on the back of he... neck.The water subsided and Eve spluttered and gasped the air into her lungs. She wailed in protest and called to be released. Her voice echoed strangely with her head stuck down the toilet bowl, and the men all laughed and continued mocking and belittling her.Eve's small, white, pure breasts were all of the time rubbing around the rim of the. Bugger beggar your own clit. Yeah, yeah, yeah. The slobber was dripping from my wolf chin and my crotch was sweating cum. Becky and mom were horrified, but something told them to butt out. (Ha, ha. Butt out or butt in, what difference?) They sensed that if they interrupted her, like coitus interruptus or spunkus interruptus, she'd lose her building urgency and tension leading to her little girl orgasm and that might cost her worse. It never occurred to them it could cost them. The second bedroom is on the side, it's windows can be seen from the next door high rise. I can look down and see my forty foot sailboat tied to it's slip in Belmont Harbor. I love sailing in Lake Michigan. I've taken many women for a sundown sail. We usually return in a few hours or if they put out, the next day. Two of my female friends sailed with me for two weeks. We had a lot of fun sightseeing during the day and fucking at night. We all slept in the same bed. The girls ended up liking. "Great!" I bent down and kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue slitheredinto her warm, wet mouth, which tasted vaguely of sweet wine. Shekissed me back with a passion that wasn't entirely unexpected. "Think we have time for a quick one, Mom?", I asked tweaking hererect nipples between thumb and forefinger. "Hell, I sure hope so," grinned Mom. "You've got me hot now,honey. You better finish what you started. Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy momthese days. Where.