Megan held back her tears but she never recovered emotionally from Andrea's insult and was a mental wreck throughout the hard and painful night of sex...that followed.Andrea worked fast. A quick pizza comprised dinner, Megan barely ate. Andrea then proposed that they go to her bedroom. ``I only have one strapon. Why don't I lie down on the bed and you show me how bad you want it.'' Megan's first glimpse of the dildo scared her. It certainly wasn't huge, but it was as large as Emily's biggest.. Needless to say,as this delicious shower of teenage semen inundates me, Itoo start to cum. I quickly pull my son down between mylegs so his wonderful spurting cock can feel theblissfully pleasurable spasms of his mother’s rapidlycontracting cunt before he gets soft.My son’s cock is now fucking me in my cunt and I can feelhis cum-laden balls slapping against my ass as theycontinue to force endless gobs of sperm deep into mywomb. At the same time that he and I are sharing. Her 34 d boobs were hanging in a white lacey bra.I could see the whole cleavage. This didn’t do any good to my already raging cock. It was screaming to be free from that straining boxer and pant. It was a sight which any man could have not avoided.The evening passed off. We all had dinner together. It was a weekend so I was catching up with my shows on Netflix till late night while all went off to sleep by 11 pm. It was almost midnight when Prerna came to the drawing-room.Me-Hey Prerna. Can’t. There were a number of people swimming, but I picked her out immediately.I'd known she was a swimmer, and I knew what swimming entailed. And I'd seen her body-well, under a tee shirt and shorts, but I had an idea about her muscles. But I wasn't prepared for how she looked powering her way through the water. She was doing the backstroke, and she moved faster than I ever could've imagined. I'd seen swimming at the Olympics, of course, but seeing on TV didn't come close. Watching her backstroke.