Feeling as though she was waltzing in space, Cathy stepped closer, slipping both arms around the older woman's waist. "I love you, Mom," she breathed,...kissing her mother's bare shoulder. "I love you too, honey," Sarah whispered, thrilled beyond belief by the touch of her daughter's skin. She watched the moment unfold in the mirror – her naked body, Cathy's arms enfolding it, hands sliding upward to cup Sarah's breasts. She stared at the teenage girl's reflected image, saw a question in her. My body shuddered as the hand tightened around my throat. I lacked air. Seeking escape only entailed the massive pain from the thrusts, so I needed to join his rhythm and pound away. I hang to his forearm, letting out the passionate moans. It felt sexy to be ruthlessly possessed in the most intimate way for all the moments of jealousy I’ve caused purposely or just as a sidetrack of being nice at work to men. And I found it exciting to clear all the day’s bad karma. If I enjoyed it… difficult to. There seemed to be very few girls available in my area.Just as I was about to hang up, I heard an ad from a women who said she was looking to chat, drink, and “maybe get together with the right person”. Taking a chance, I decided to send her a message, saying I was a 34 year old male and was looking for some fun. I waited to get confirmation that the message was delivered, and waited for a response. Several minutes passed, and I was about to give up, when I got a message back.“Hi,” it said. “I. Taking my hand, she brought it down to her hairy region. "Easily slide a finger into me," she demanded. Even with the slight wetness of her inner ring, she grimaced a little as the intrusion of my finger spread her inner walls. "That is my pussy you are feeling," she said sweetly. The more you slid your finger into me, the wetter it will become, then it will spurt a creamy liquid onto your hand, just like the liquid we saw coming out of Father Denali and Sister Marcia." I saw my mom and dad do.