Her hand releases the bottle and it tips. I take a mouthful and squirtit into her mouth, but it dribbles down her chin and into the crevicebetween he... hugely inflated breasts. I watch her breathing for a few minutes. It's shallow but steady. I amaching and exhausted. I lie down. The Percocet takes the edge off ofmy pain and my anxiety over Patty's perilous condition, and I rest myeyes. The banda music fades, the ceiling stains billow and swirl, andthe room spins away beneath me.I feel. No we can't" but he persisted and after much talk she had finally agreed but said to him "But he can't come in with us" pointing to his black friend. He took her by the hand and they left the lounge room went up stairs into the bedroom. As they climbed the stairs with him holding her hand, unbeknown to her he nodded back to his black friend to follow him.The husband gently laid her on the bed stark naked, she again tried to resist and cover her private parts when she saw the friend follow them. He thrust so hard into me. I groaned, my back arching as his dick sank into me.My pussy clamped down on his dick.The salesgirl watched with hot eyes. Her hips shifted more, biting her lower lip as she watched the strength of my son fuck me. He drew back his cock and rammed into me again. The door rattled as his flesh smacked into my panty-clad ass. His dick buried to the hilt in me. Pleasure rippled through my body. My breasts jiggled in the nightie.“Yes, yes, yes fuck your mother!” I moaned.. She was coming down. She had no idea how long her orgasm had lasted. Her mind started to race as it recovered from what he had done to her—how he’d made her his molested bitch. She shame of it made her body hot. He was keeping her pressed against the glass. But then her mind rang again. How many stops had it been since the last? Did anyone see? Her thighs were definitely damp—with her own squirt from what he had said—and she felt like she could smell her sex in the air. His fingers were no.