“I want you to stretch me open,” I replied. “Wider than I ever thought possible. I want to feel that delicious burn as I relax, then moan in ple...sure as your fingers and knuckles squeeze through my defences and lay me bare. I want to see nothing but your wrist, twisting and turning slowly as you fist fuck me deep in the ass.”“I’ll do it, Katie. You know I will. Anything that pleases your ass pleases me. After I’ve fist fucked your bum, I want to tongue the gape. Can I?”“Of course you can. I. I drove to a small secluded orange grove overlooking the Pacific Ocean, the fiery sun was just beginning to set, with hues of pink and blue intermingling in the awe-inspiring sky(in reality, we were parked behind a seedy rundown strip bar, and a malfunctioning neon sign blinked pink and blue in an erratic manner). Without uttering a word, she reached over and unfastened my zipper, and took hold of my pulsing 11-inch cock(okay, maybe it isn’t 11 inches, but I’ll bet it’s at least all of 5). She. All my thoughts were focused on the evening. I broke up from my friends a little bit earlier than usual. I wanted to be at home and wait for mother to pass out. I knew she would eventually because she had, as usual, started her day with a drink and at this time she would be almost immobile. Half laying half sitting on the sofa-bed. I walked in and called hi to her and she just mumbled something. But she was able to reach for her drink.I looked more at my mother than I looked at one of my. We continued to kiss as the zipper was lowered, opening her to the act ahead. Jenni whimpered into my mouth, pressing herself against the bulge in my slacks, reaching for my belt. We separated long enough for her to remove the belt and set it beside hers upon the bed, then she kissed me again with even greater need, greater determination. In my mind’s eye, I pictured Jenni naked save for a black leather collar, kneeling submissively before me, her eyes looking intently up at me with love, her.