"Anyway she was staying over at her girl friend's house and the girl friend got sick and so she left to go home. When she got home, she heard her moth...r in the bedroom screaming her head off. She thought her mother was being raped. Hurt, knowing it was the dreamy person that was doing the raping. It crushed her and she left, huddling in the park all night. She was going to offer to be a witness for her mother in the morning."This was me, of course. In the morning, my mother was as happy as. The shaft was the same beige as my skin. It throbbed and pulsed. I could see the outline of bluish veins running up the shaft. They filled my cock with all that blood to make it erect.I grabbed it. My hand had trouble wrapping around it. My left hand joined my right. I groaned as I doubled fisted it, stroking up and down my shaft. My eyes widened when I brushed the tip, sparks flaring in my mind. “Thank you, Sister Jenny, for letting us ease your adversity,” purred Reverend August in my mind.. Finally I stood up. He spread himself and my target glistened with my spittle in the warm sunshine. My cock looked huge as it touched his hole. He pushed, I pushed. My glans slipped into him and the pursed mouth of his sphincter tensed around my pole. I looked at the beauty of this stretched embrace, my penis, his arsehole. I was frozen for a tiny moment in aesthetic reverie before shoving my length into him. Cutlery rattled in the drawers and cereal boxes fell on the counter top. I fucked him. She knew she was being recorded so put on a show that left him collapsed on the bed couch. She used a wet washcloth on her cunt, peed, and went upstairs, telling her daughter to check on him. She was woman and she was ready to party!It had been agreed that this would be an uninhibited, anything goes event, although NO still meant NO. Since a few of the in-towners hadn’t had carnal knowledge of the out-of-towners, the Friday night sleeping arrangements could take care of the genital.