You got a sweet tight ass,” he yelled as he started pounding in and out of me. I was hard as a rock but couldn’t touch myself as I braced myself w...th both arms to keep from being knocked over from the vigorous fucking he was throwing in my ass. His grunts were getting louder and I could feel spittle on my back as his fucking became more animalistic and brutal. I was thrusting back to meet his fucks as hard as I could. I had never felt this high without chemicals. At that moment I wished I was a. Then I sucked every cock and was fucked by most of them. The guys liked that I wanted their cum in my mouth, not all over me. So you see what I’m like?” “Do you have to be bad like that?” I asked. “Yes, but not if you loved me. If you really loved me I would never be bad. I’d be only for you.” “I do love you,” I said. Eva stared at me, and then she started to cry. She whimpered, “I love you too,” and she hugged me and started crying harder. “I never said that to anyone before,” Eva said. “If. She definitely looked like a sex bomb. I stood ogling at my own mother, while dad went upto her and whispered something in her ear. Mom blushed like a new bride.“You, na!” She slapped him playfully on his arm. “Even when you have a grown sun at home…” she caught her self mid sentence and shooed me off to the car on a flimsy pretext. Mom and dad came out a couple of minutes later. I could clearly see that mom’s lipstick was a bit off, and I understood that they must have kissed while they were. It had been over twenty years. Bored with the kitchen, Joan went upstairs to their bedroom. She stood in the doorway, taking in the view the way a stranger might. Tastefully decorated. All very proper, but no substance. No passion. It could easily have been part of a hotel suite. Des Moines or Toronto or Singapore. They all look the same. Not finding anything in the bedroom, she walked into her office. She called it an office, although it was just a bedroom where she had a desk, her computer, a.