On days when we don't get to have sex what do you think about when you wank in your bed at night." You," I said, honestly. "I lay there and imagine yo... with me, and that we can do this." I pulled her close to me, kissed her on the lips and let me hands drop down her back to grab her arse. My cock was already hard, in fact it had been since I started driving over, and as I started to caress her arse through her skirt I expected her hands to grab my cock, as they usually would. Instead she gently. On the day she was to leave, I took off from work and we spent a couple of hours in bed that morning, slowly making love and getting excited about the trip. She rode my dick as she told me how she planned on getting all the dick she could handle from him. She said he was a great lover and really knew what he was doing. I kissed her goodbye at the airport and wondered how I was going to survive the next week. She only called me twice during the week and it was torture wondering what was. Instead of smooth glass, hers was covered in dull spikes. She always rocked in her seat, grinding the spikes inside her. She was doing it even now while she nursed her baby boy, Zander. For whatever reason, their father was prone toward making girls instead of boys. She bore his first son which set her apart, but the only special treatment she wanted was a higher level of punishment.Her body was covered in red welts, dark bruises, fresh scratches & cuts, and dull scars. At 12 years old, she. My wife was getting aroused and excited.The guy smiled as Ana unbuttoned his fly and zip down his jeans. He pushed the jeans down to show his boxers with a big bulge…Ana told me that she could hardly wait to see; then she just slid down the boxers and saw a thick dick, the size of a cucumber. The man was not fully erect yet; so it hung out in front of him half hard but pointing toward the ground.He smiled and made Ana sit down on the toilet; telling my wife to get it hard for him. She wrapped.