He did nothing but breath, his penis not moving an inch from its 2 ½ inch size. Griffith told us to keep stroking. Soon bodies were bucking and writh...ng. He said when we feel like we are going to cum, let go of our cock and rest our hand on our knees with our palms down. And breath.Then stroke again.To demonstrate the technique, one very hung guy laid down in the middle of the circle while Griffith explained step-by-step how to work ourselves to the bink and then imagine puting our semen. ', '4-... ', '5-... ' Breathe!As he began to press down on her diaphragm again, he saw her chest rise slightly by itself. Not daring to hope, he pressed his head down between her breasts, his ear against her shattered breastbone.'I can hear her heartbeat!' he realized, and let out a "Whoopee", overjoyed that she was alive.If her blood was circulating, she could heal herself. Overcome with emotion, he sat there and wept uncontrollably.After a few moments, he looked up; trying to discover where. Mom then started braiding my hair,she first brushes them to smoothenthe knots and tangles in my hair then starts braiding them.It's a painful process because in order to make my hair more braidableshe repeatedly brushes them with sheer force ignoring all my screamsTrying to cope with the pain I got lost in thoughts mostly thinkingwhat Anurag might think of me now,seeing that mom patted my headinstructing me to see how she braids my hair and learn it.She then gathered my hair at top of my head. Then he slapped her pussy with his fingers and she moaned. He started kissing and licking the folds of her slit. He inserted a finger into her juicy slit and manipulated it so that she was coming almost immediately. He knew the right spot and could always please her. Her legs lifted up and she wrapped them about his head, forcing him to love her pussy more. He was now tracing a finger on her little pucker as he sucked her pussy. Her moaning got louder and she began to pant as the orgasms flowed.