Pinching hard and slapping my ass. Then she started pounding me in earnest. I watched it like it was a porn movie in the mirror, unable to believe th...s was happening to me. Harder, and faster she went as she beat on my back and squeezed her nipples and breasts. She called me her slut, her pussy, her toy. She told me she owned my man cunt and I had better cum for her. I had no choice. Her pounding was pushing my cock in and out of her toy between the pillows. It felt like I was fucking a. Carol was wearing cut-off shorts and a tank top when we met and Jacqui, who had been wearing jeans and a 'regular' blouse when we arrived, had gone straight into the apartment and switched to what I would call rather short-shorts and a halter top, which she favoured when she wasn't out in public, so to speak. They looked a great pair!Carol made dinner that evening for us and we got to meet her husband, Carl, who worked for a museum and we had a very pleasant meal and evening with them. They. If Mama isn't eating or doing well, it wouldn't matter how bad the cooking was. Hans could eat out if she wasn't cooking good enough. You could teach someone to cook easier than you could teach her to know what to do with Mama." I do more than cook, Kenny, but I see what you mean. You want me to make taking care of your mother my highest priority." I wish we had Bea back." For your mother?" No." I hope you aren't asking what I think you might be?" I'm not asking anything. I was just thinking. Kevin reached down, hooked some of the fluid up with his finger and offered it to me. I leaned forward hungrily and sucked his finger clean.This one act, turned me on immensely. I knew I would not last if I kept this up. I desperately needed to know how he’d feel inside me; in my channel that was rippling with yearning. And so again, lifted up, leaned forward and felt Kevin take control and direct himself into me. He was definitely a lot more urgent now.I sat up and watched as his enormous.