“Ouch!” I express as I felt the pain rise from the smash to the floor but it didn’t break our intense concentration on one another. We still hu...grily kiss and grope one another but he does mutter “are you ok?” “YES YES” as I am clawing and pulling him to me. He rolls on top of me and my legs immediately part. He grabs his cock and guides it in immediately and we begin humping each other like rabid dogs. His hips pound into mine and we are panting and moaning and groping and feeling and. " Oh shit hon, I'm sorry. That..." Steph waved her wait and continued, tears evident on her face as Lynnefelt some of her own begin to well prompted by her own lack of insightas much as shared pain. "Wednesday I got a call to meet them for lunch down in Glebe where we'dhooked up a few times in the past. Slightly strained and they prettymuch threatened me with excommunication or the family equivalent if Ididn't sort myself out and forget this stupidity. We got some pointedlooks from the waiters. It didn't drive her away. It only made her more interested.I thought back to every time I'd been a nice guy. Everybody knows the cliche, "Nice guys finish last." Everybody thinks it's so fucking cute to say that. It's not cute. Nice guys are driven within an inch of homicidal rage whenever they hear it, because too much of the time it's too fucking true. Nice guys might take an early lead, but their niceness always trips them up before the finish. I hate being a nice guy. Maybe that's why I put. She was close to coming off, and, when her son struck her clitoris with the ruler, she began to come violently. Her naked body, chained and lifted, shook with perverse passion, with the boiling orgasms rumbling through her.“I’m gonna come!” Robert shouted, jerking his cock from his mother’s gripping asshole. He then rammed his prick into his mother’s convulsing cunt, splashing thick come juice far into her bushy pussy slit.Tommy lifted his ass out of his mother’s face, ramming his cock into her.