I shouted and tears rolled down my eyes. Dhruv kissed my face wiping my tears with his lips and kept stroking slowly. He was so sweet I thought while ...oping with pain. With two more thrusts his entire dick was inside me. It pained like hell but I managed to stay stable.He kept stroking me and slowly the pain reduced. I could feel the unimaginable pleasure now as he increased his pace while stroking. He was now hitting deeper inside my pussy as he moved in and out. My moans were coming out of. "You'd better borrow some toys from my mom." What's next?" my mother asked me. "Renee and Suzy?" Maybe that's happening right now," I observed."Well, if its not..." my mother started, when I decided I was tired of talking. In one hard thrust I became a mother-fucker."Oh!" she gasped, her eyes wide.I started stroking in and out of her, asking, "How does it feel to be fucked by your son?" I won't be truly fucked until you cum in me," she said, breathing heavily."That won't be long," I said,. Going back and forth between them. Spit dripping down my chin as I did. My pussy juices were dripping on to the floor, I had never been so turned on. Stacy order Todd to go the other side of the bed and I climbed on top on my knees. I told Todd to watch my face as her huge cock filled my pussy. She fucked me hard, and fast well telling Todd how big she felt. She truly was the biggest cock I had ever had, not just in length but thick, as thick as a pop can. Todd begged to be able to touch his. The alarm was recent, a requirement of my insurance company after I informed them about the value of the paintings I stored in the studio."Do you know another artist, a man named Carl Ballard?" Liz asked as we settled on the sofa with a cup of hot chocolate in hand."Yes," I said. "Why?" When I told my older sister about you, she said she'd overheard Ballard talking about a punk kid named Brent Carson, and she asked me if you were that punk kid." I'm he," I said. "What was Ballard saying?" That.