I was taking long deep slow strokes. Mom raised her head up and moaned out, "OHHHH BABY YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME, FUCK MOMMY'S PUSSY HONEY, F...CK MOMMY'S PUSSY".I knew I couldn't last a minute but I was going to fully enjoy that minute. I was at the point of exploding and squeezing with all I had, trying to delay the inevitable. I couldn't take anymore I had to let go.I was so tensed I could hardly speak, I was in pain and needed relief. I had my fingers dug into her fleshy hips and in. The girl's were all over me, patting myback and shaking my hand. The adults were in the house when this happenedbut I think they saw the end of it. "Cynthia. What are you doing?" my mom yelled. Amy, Beth, Shannon and allthe girl's started yelling at once. I don't think anyone understood aword that was said. Beth was able to calm down enough to explain thewhole thing."Did you hurt him?" Beth's mom, Laurie, asked."I think so," I said a bit embarrassed. I was ready to apologize."Good. It couldn't. Many weeks later I went back down on my own and lay in the exact same spot, naked and revelling in my nudity against the hard concrete.The place was still deserted and as I stood on the edge looking down, I had an urge to walk around nude with in the labyrinth of rooms my mind created with these concrete pipes.Soon I was on ground level running around and getting further from my clothes. The feeling in my crotch was intensifying as the knot in my stomoch was tightening, I had an overwhelming. She would ask Robin probing questions about her process, especially the parts that Robin used to spice up her work. Robin always included at least one long chapter, sometimes more, where the heroine was captured, striped and tortured; sometimes she was sold into slavery, sometimes kept as the villain’s sex toy, but always rescued in the end. Robin was flattered by Elizabeth’s interest, but writing those particular scenes always made Robin uncomfortable, she’d always feel strangely aroused when.