I wanted to spank her ass. The view was more than enough to make me hard. She was preparing lemonade in the kitchen.“Mom,” I called her. She turne... back and answered, “Yes?” and looked at the bulge in my pant and laughed. “You’re hard just by looking at me?” she asked.“I’m… I’m sorry.”She put the glass down and came closer to me.“I know how you feel, dear. Don’t be sorry, after all, you’re a teenager. It’s normal for you to feel like this,” she said as she kissed my forehead. “Anyway, what do. He poured a drink and swallowed it down. He poured some more but set the bottle to one side to sip now. He said, "That was terrible to see. They committed suicide but didn't realize how painful a death it would be. They tied themselves down and couldn't get loose though I think they wish they had. Their faces had horrible looks from the pain." He had another large sip.I had sat down close to him on an outdoor sofa. "I'm sorry, Dad. We've seen a lot that we wish we hadn't seen." Mister Dan, I. Charts and reports and paperwork go flying. He picks you up andlays you on your back. He mounts you. Driving his cock deep into yoursissy pussy on the first thrust. All the way to hilt. Your breasts rock.You scream in agony and ecstasy. He fucks you like this for severalmoments and then fucks you on the desk on your side. He picks you up andbends you over the desk and takes you standing, too. The slapping of hisheavy balls against the opening of your ass is sometimes the only sound.The dialogue. I love it so damn much. I’ve beeneating it for years. I love to play with it, feel itstexture, smell it and let it come alive in my mouth. Amillion cells invading my every tastebud.The first man came up to my head and began to jerk off.They all began to jerk in unison and I could hear moansof pleasure from all around me. I could smell semen andwith splat, a long stream shot into the funnel. It tookages to leak down into the tip and run into my mouth.All I could do was suck like I had a.