I can feel his cock flexing, pulsing deep in my bowel. Tear flow down my cheeks to soak into the already damp sheets but they are no longer tears of p...ysical agony. God, how it hurt going into my tight, narrow channel. Now the muscles are relaxing, accepting his invasion, grasping, even welcoming it, into my moist, dark cavern.As the muscles relax accepting him into me, the lump in my throat disappears and for the first time in what seems like hours my voice returns. "God, John, it feels so. Once it was on, she had me lie on my back and then she straddled me.She grabbed my cock and positioned it at her opening. “Are you ready?” I asked.“God yes,” she whispered. “HELLO!”It was my mother’s voice.Don’t ask me how, but in the space of less than two minutes, Lori was dressed, I had a shirt on, and Lori had gotten my Battleship game set up on my bed.“Oh hi,” said Lori to my Mom when the door opened. “Did the dance end early? D7, Josh.”“The power blew down at the Moose and they couldn’t. " started Sam in the same instant and they both stopped as they each realised the other had Pam, Sven's wife, laid up unable to walk, on their minds.Sven continued at Sam's invitation - "knows I'm stopping off here, in fact it was her idea."Sam, glancing out the window, looked back at Sven and handed him the phone. "I suggest you call her and tell her you're staying the night - you've still got over a hundred miles to go and the mist is right down on the hills now - neither she nor I will let. I don't pull it, I let it in there, playing with my clit, moving my hips. I decide to open a sex chat site; talking dirty with strangers is hot. I describe to them what I'm doing right now. While they're sending me dick pics and asking me to help them cum I open the lube an put some onto my butthole. Then I insert my metal butt plug. It feels so good and I feel so filled. They ask me to send pics but I won't. One of them convinces me to watch him masturbate, I don't have to show anything, but.