I whimpered again and again, loving this delight.I groaned as he hammered me. My pussy cream mixed with the water spilling down my body. My passion gu...hed out of me as my son fingered my clit. He buried to the hilt into my asshole. His cock filled my spasming bowels.“Oh, my god, I love you, Mom!” he groaned as his cum spurted hot into me.I had that amazing treat. My bowels convulsed around his dick. I milked him. I wrung him dry as he groaned. Our passion echoed over the spray of the shower. My. Pray with me.” As he led the prayers, the five of them whipped me with their belts all over my back, butt, and thighs. “Please stop, AAAAAAHHH!” I begged and screamed over and over. Stopping them when there wasn't a clear spot on my skin, Father ordered, “Turn her over.” Together they flipped me onto my brutalized back and I felt hands on my tiny breasts as they turned me. “Here, each of you take a drink of this.” Passing a goblet around, each boy took a drink of the holy wine and handed it. Fifty two percent of the student body was male. I found that to be quite nice. Especially since male students are now the only true minorities on college and university campuses across the United States of America. What really fascinated me was the sports teams. I thought Harvard University, Boston College and UMass-Amherst were the athletic powerhouses of New England. Then I discovered Claude Black University and it blew me away. The Claude Black University Department of Athletics sponsors. Chloe and Yvonne had come in and closed the door. They watched the sisters hugging, and all I could do at the moment was think about how soon I might get one or both of them up to my room for some much needed relief.With my need for female flesh, I opened our links a bit more than they had been. I felt Yvonne's trepidation and Chloe's serenity. Turning back to Mandy and Monique, I could feel Mandy's joy for seeing her sister. Part of me was happy to see her too, but not for the same reason..