Roxy: In a way I hated myself for answering his call and running when he told me to, but he was like an addiction; I needed him. He made me feel so di...ferent, so sexy and sensual, even naughty. Dirty really, but I loved it. I love my husband too, but Tony gave me something that I wasn’t getting at home. “Tony” – that was a laugh! I’d known by the way he said it that it wasn’t his real name, but I’d told him my name was Roxy so I could scarcely object to him using a fake one too. He seemed to. What was wrong with me? There was obviously something seriously fucked up about a woman who was willing to threaten her step-son into performing deviant sex acts for her pleasure. And yet, I wanted to show off my new found talent despite the shame I felt for even wanting to suck my own cock in the first place, much less going through so much to be able to actually do it.I wondered if I should wait, or if should assume she forgot about our appointment and get out while I still could. Yeah, this. It grew rapidly. Kathy loved the feel of it as it eased farther into her warm wet mouth. But this was not her party and she pulled his now fully hard cock from her mouth and slipped out of the pathway.Linda felt Brother Bob's hard firm stomach pressing up toward her buttocks and his hand gripped her by the hips, pulling her entire bottom half backwards. Then with total certainty, she felt the hardness of his prick running up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of. Kelly had finished her Saturday matinee and Char had cleaned up the kitchen after Mary’s lovely meal of poached chicken breasts. Jas and Sarah Lynn drew night shifts at Applebee’s and at the grocery store, so it was just the four of us. We had been discussing what to do with Eva when she returned next week and that led to my proposed painting project. “Paint her into a wall,” Mary concluded.“That’s kinky. What, like ‘The Cask of Amontillado’?” I asked.“That might make a good Halloween.