I was sure it wouldn’t go in, but inch-by-inch Byroneased his cock in to my wife.Becky couldn’t decide if it was hurting her or if shewant...d more as she alternately begged for more and forhim to stop. With about half of it in he began strokingin and out. Each down stroke he would squeeze anotherinch into her wildly stretched pussy.By now Becky was delirious with lust, her babbling wasbeyond comprehension as her hands grabbed at Byron’smuscular butt. Byron now shifted into high. A sweat bead formed on his forehead and I quickly turned the air-conditioner up. I know Justin loves the cold. One time, he went outside in just shorts. And it was below twenty degrees. He had the widest grin on his face as he played in the snow. I, for one, found it adorable. Other people calls him strange since he doesn't talk much, afraid of almost everything, and finds joy in some things other people wouldn't.I slowly slipped in beside him, trying not to wake him up. I just laid there for a. The white string of your panties standing out against the pink of your ass. My hand slowly rubs your sore ass cheeks. " You will get the next ten on your bare ass. " I feel your pussy hot on my leg. I peek over and see how wet your panties are. My next swat comes down on the inside of your cheek. My fingers brush your wet cunt. " Oh Eleven, sorry" This comes out as more of a moan. twelve, Thirteen. On and on till you count twenty. Twenty times sorry comes out as a moan. My fingers linger longer. I needed to find my own place to live being in college and everything but the rent was zero, meals were free and my house was really close to the college so it was perfect. But now this has happened I might just need to move out.Why was Mom masturbating anyway? She had Dad; doesn't he take care of her? The thought made me a little sick. Thinking about parents doing it was just gross, even if Mom was very attractive. I think I had more friends wanting to come to my house from my mother than to.