You do that to yourself?”“Of course! I think of someone, imagine to be with him, and I play with myself until I reach my release.”It was Ellen�...s turn to blush. How stupid of her!“Of whom do you think?” she asked to mask her confusion. “I mean, of whom did you think before you met Don Antonio?”That got her another minute of tickling. She squirmed, trying to protect her tummy, and was surprised when Eleanor deftly squeezed her breasts. This time Eleanor did not remove her hands.“Ellen?”“Yes,”. I was rock hard and was waiting for mom to finish so that I could run to my room and relieve myself. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my back, as I tried to get up I heard a *Snap* from my back. Then the pain became intolerable and I fell to the ground unable to move myself.I screamed as loud as I Could. Lying on the ground I remembered watching through the slit as mom stopped pooping abruptly and stood up quickly tying up her churidaar pajama. As she opened the toilet door she saw me lying on. He's comfortable in a routine that is unchanging. Perhaps it's because he has so many things to do that he has little choice but to do them according to a schedule.But an outside observer might consider our Andrew a boring stick in the mud. Every Saturday and Sunday afternoon he can be found in front of the tube with his football games, his Big Mac and his beer. During the week it is programming, child rearing and not much else.He is the most dedicated of fathers. He's never far from our six. His breath soon becomes shaky, the longer I went the harder he got. His grip changed almost instantaneously, tightening his grip around my throat. Choking me, the look on his face was full of lust, “that look in your eyes, is what’s making me press harder.” he does it to the point I can’t breathe, seeing the way I struggle to breathe makes him harder. His breath becomes shakier, he moves his other hand down to my panties. He pulls them down and takes them off “you don’t need these anyways.” he.