This was far worse than pissing away parts of kidney stone and that's as close as men get to the pain women receive when delivering.I looked at Cynthi... and her bright blue eyes full of fear and worry. I focused on her and slowly the pain fell away. I kept on her, taking in the full flavor of what appeared to be her emotions. Images briefly flashed in my head of the day dad died, her first spanking, etc. Suddenly, I realized I had stopped screaming."Are you all right, Sam?" she timidly asked. I. I never told Ronny but I think he new my pussy was soaking even my thighs were wet. That brings us right back to my shopping day.Even now I’m still not certain why I did what I did. Wearing one of my shorter skirts a blue denim button through, it was five inches above the knee and looked really to short. Forty minutes later there was this busty bra less slutty women looking back at me through the supermarket window. God I looked slutty although my top wasn’t see through but it looked very. Sarah, without sight, could only feel. And what she felt seemed bigger to her; longer, thicker, heavier. Her senses played with her mind, and her roguish interest in teasing my cock in the fog became more of a focused plan of action. The thought of mischievous sex in the envelope of fog had grown to a naughty desire, a need. Sarah wanted my man seed. “Stand up.” she whispered. It was a voice coming from nowhere and everywhere. I experienced an odd, yet exciting feeling of pleasure, submission. Again taking my son by his great protruding cock, I stepped into the shower and led him in with me.We both stood under the cascading water, letting our bodies become soaked. I reached for the shower gel and popped off the cap."Raise your arms baby," I told him.He lifted them above his head and I turned the bottle around. I squeezed it and a big stream of the soapy liquid squirted out, landing on my son's chest and sliding down his body over his stomach.I tossed the bottle onto the floor and.