She always wanted to haveher ass fisted but he figured two cocks would do just as well. He told them to get in line andtake turns being the second man...in her ass. They didn’t hesitate and soon Tim had companyin her now stretched and exhausted asshole.Moments later Katie began to wake up. Immediately, she began to gasp and moan. It washard to tell if it was from pain or pleasure but once again it didn’t matter. Tim pulled her facein again and gave her a deep passionate kiss. She was fulfilling. " "Do you want to come to my bed?" I asked. "Oh yes mummy." My son replied. "OK babe, come follow mummy." With that we slowly walked out of the lounge, we have slipped out of the lounge, and have gone from anyone's view, I and my randy young 18 year old son have slipped off to my bedroom.The rest of the house is quiet but for the faint soft sounds of two people getting close in the bedroom that is the only sound that can be heard, those two people are me and my horny 18 year old son, we are now. Yea women and men are different, but does that mean that one of us is inferior to the other? Absolutely not. So why is the stereotype that plague our sexes so strictly upheld. Women claiming that they can't do certain jobs, men not being able to show any real emotion outside of anger, lust, and arrogance. Its absurd to think about and yet i find it in my life daily. I was working part time at a department store at 16 when i encountered my first feminist. She was talking in the break room to one. And she also told me to buy condom which I bought before going. The day came I started to travel chennai in bus. It was 8 hour journey and I reached chennai and called her and she told me the address and I went to the place. It was a apartment and went to her house and rang the bell. She opened the door and she was wearing nighty with no inners and we both smiled she went inside and sat on the sofa.She gave me water nd asked me how was the travel and after some chit chat I opened my bag and.