Empty, meaningless pleas since I knew he wouldn't stop until he was ready to. My hands stayed by my sides the entire time, invisibly bound by the cont...ol he held over me, mentally as well as physically. Knowing that he expected me to accept whatever he gave me, to obey his every command. My tits were feeling so tender and bruised beneath his fingers by the time he stopped and ran his hands down my stomach, curving around my waist and coming up my spine. He used a little force to push me away. ”“Your sister? She’s super cute, isn’t she?”“So they say. She’s my sister so I’m not really able to judge. Besides, somebody who calls me a dumb boy can’t be all that cute!”“She’s wrong. You are not a dumb boy. And I’ll tell her that.”“Thanks. Are you doing OK?”“Yes. Do you think I could get you to do something for me? Something really important?”“Probably. But until you ask, I won’t know.”“I’ve been talking to my therapist about you since before the dance. She’d like to meet you and talk to. His fat cock-knob was glowing like a lightbulb and pre-cum was oozing steadily from his pisshole. The thick, white goo clung to his purple slab like whipped cream on a plum."Oooooh – frig it, darling! Toss off onto my belly and tits!" his mother urged.There were ways in which she would much rather have her son empty his balls, to be sure. A handjob seemed a terrible waste of spunk. But she knew that the virile youth would be able to shoot off more than once – and Diana had carefully planned the. As the thick air surrounded us, Abby took it all in stride, thriving as the center of attention in this orgy. Now that she was pulling off an airtight ski-poling, Abby had firmly established herself as a serious candidate for the job for which she was interviewing.We all remained in those positions for several more minutes before Jack pulled out of Abby's mouth. Abby gasped, and Jack made his way over to where Brandon was steadily fucking Abby's ass in sync with my thrusts into my friend's.