She pulled her legs up so I could go deep. "Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried. "Do you like to be fucked by your son, you perverted whore?" I aske..., driving my cock in and out of her wet pussy that was greedily trying to swallow my cock. "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Filthy whore!" I cried as I came inside her. "I will have to punish you!" Yes, oh, God, yes! I deserve it!" she cried as her cunt muscles clamped hard on my cock and drained it. Later that morning after breakfast was over. It was easy to concentrate on driving with luscious lips sucking me and she gave me total relief swallowing every spurt of my thick spunk down happily. I could see we were in for a very dirty weekend. After another thirty minutes travelling she asked how near we were to our destination. “Not far.” I assured her. “Good c abuse I need my pussy licked and fucked! You up for it?” I spied a thick grove of evergreens near the road and turned in there, the van hidden from the main road. I turned to. " She looked around the room. We seem to be missing one participant, however. Does anyone know where Miss Donnache is?"One of the girls near the front spoke up. "She went home, fully dressed. Word is, she was supposed to be exempt in the first place." Well, that is disappointing. However, we do have one live model. John, would you please come up here?" I don't know what she was expecting. Probably either some emotional outburst or a confident strut. But from her reaction, it was clear that she. ’ She perceived his emotion as hot lead being poured into her heart and felt it melt a whole within and sink to her center. ‘I love you, Philip. I love you…’ she needed him to understand it, to feel the heat of it as it burned within her, ‘… love you so much.’ She hugged him so that he might feel the fire within her. He heard the urgency in her voice, and though he couldn’t see the tears in the shower he thought he heard them in her voice. He hugged her in return, feeling the strength her love.