I was shocked. I had never ass-fucked anyone, not even my wife. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Pleeease,” Jessie pleaded, as she backed her ass u... to my groin. I slipped the head of my cock in towards her asshole. It would not go in. Jessie reached between the sofa seat cushion and took out a tube of KY-Jelly. She squirted a large amount of the lubrication directly on my cock and then placed a glob on the end of her fingers, which she then inserted into her asshole. On a second try, she pushed. "It's metal, baby girl, I put it in the fridge when we got here," you answer my unspoken question. You make a movement and the metal object thicken inside me, "Do you like it my sweet? I'm going to stretch you out before I claim your ass my little slut.". You slap my ass and laugh before expanding the object again. The buzzing is still going and you move the thickening metal cock slowly in and out as you thicken it, inserting it all the way inside me till it hits my cervix. I struggle harder as. Becky: when I was smaller and I used to get hurt you would kiss it better and it would stop hurting.Jenny: Becky im your mother. Im not kissing your clit.She said in a stern voice as she knew that would be crossing the line.Becky: please mommy, just once then it wont burn so much.She said with a genuine pleading look on her face as if she were in pain.Jenny: just once.She said as she leaned forward and kissed her daughters clit. Becky stiffened as her mother’s lips met her clit and it was. I watched the boys while they were gone.Channel 34 owner Carleton Page had resisted efforts to be taken over by the big communications giants in Washington and New York for years.They now knew there was a direct link to JBG through Hanna and the pressure was on to sell again. Hanna Page was his only grandchild; her dream was to run her granddad’s station.Carleton Page knew he would be out of a job and the station closed if he sold out; the last locally owned station gone. He did work out.