“There. It’s done,” I said. “But I think you will be overloaded. I could run your things up to your parents’ house while you cycle. OK?”�...You’re sure, Bob?” She queried.“Yes. I was going to fill the car up later. Your parents’ house is on the way to the filling station.”“I accept. Thank you. I hadn’t appreciated how much I had accumulated in three years. I won’t need so much on Monday.”She handed me the cup of tea, exactly as I like it. Why not? We had known each other for years since we first. Jack bit his lip and gripped the sheets. Mary sat down in a chair right next to Jack. She slid her thong string over to show Jack her freshly shaved, wet pussy. He licked his lips as he stared. She slowly ran the fat dildo up and down the slit of her pussy until she finally shoved it in her pussy, gasping for air. "Oh Jack!" she moaned and his cock grew harder. He slightly bucked his hips against the bed, which caused his dildo to move, so that made him groan. She made it go faster and he bit. No drinking. Girls will hold you back. I only want the best for you, Harry.” My mother’s words, and there was more, “You'll be twenty-one when the next Olympics start. We'll have you in perfect condition by then." Yes, she was one of those mother’s who need to control, or direct, any ability their child may have. My ability? Sprinting, and aged 15, I was area champion at 100 metres.Running had always given me a sense of power, freed my spirit. But after her take over, my mother controlled my. "But never again. This pussy," he rammed into me to emphasize his point, "is mine. These tits," bending over, diving further into me, Ian took one of my breasts in his hand, "is mine as well." "Ian..." I could feel my walls throb and convulse around his wonderful rod. My legs were begging to quiver under the massive pressure that would soon be my ultimate eruption. "Harder! Faster!" I cry out in desperate need of reaching that limit. Inside the confines of my pussy Ian's dick throbbed and.