Eventually I managed to stick a wet finger in the tight little hole she had. This brought on a whole new episode of squealing and moaning. I started ...inger fucking her. She stopped playing with my balls and I could tell she was really getting into the feeling. She kept trying to shove the finger in deeper and was so wet that my tongue couldn't keep up. As I kept going, she screamed and I felt like I was drowning as she had an orgasm for what seemed to be minutes. I could barely breathe and she. Mom was wearing her new white lingerie set, and looked absolutely stunning. I was staring at the dark patch of pubic hair that I could see through her white bikini panties. I reached into my boxers and grabbed my cock. I wanted to fuck this woman so badly right now.Suddenly what Mom was saying penetrated my blood-starved brain and brought me to my senses, “I want you to do what you did the other night on the couch.”I nodded dumbly as I continued to stroke myself. Mom slid her panties down and. So I didn’t blame myself for making my hip worse by remaining mobile enough to kill the bad guys and save the good girl. I’d be willing to answer to god for that decision, but not to anyone else. It just was what it was, with no going back.Doing all that just added to the amount of scar tissue. Which was what made the mobility of the fake joint questionable. The answer seemed to be wait for the new wound to heal, then go back in and clean up the first surgery. Not the best of all outcomes, but. Sometimes he did that anyway. Fred said she needed it for what she'd done that he didn't know about. Right now he was ramming his pecker into her mouth and she could barely breathe and she was gagging. The spit ran out of her mouth as she moaned and rubbed her little button. He fucked it deep in her throat. She couldn't help it if she got wet in her pussy. She would touch it and rub it. Even when Fred laughingly said she was a slut for touching herself. Because she wanted to feel good while he.