Get on the bed. I'll fuck you."My little blonde scampered onto the bed. She laid on her back and spread her legs. True to her word, her gash was dripp...ng wet. I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.She let out a shriek of delight.I picked up her pelvis, bringing it up to my waist. I then slid my cock into her.She cried out in delight. "Oh, Master! Thank you!"I looked over and saw Vonda on the couch, fingering herself. "Don't you dare!" I snapped. "I will get to you soon. Just. There’re so many different feelings to enjoy. Being in the open with warm rain running down your body is invigorating. You can dance like no one is watching, simply losing yourself in your own space and the sensuous flow of your body.You feel the rain drip from your hair, your eyelashes and nose, and run off your shoulders and down your body over bouncing breasts and rapidly-hardening nipples. And you revel in the tingling sensations as you dance in puddles, the water splashing between your. He started reading gay/bisexual porn and even rented a few movies. Then one day she caught him whacking off to a magazine with guys doing guys and she freaked out! She was crying and yelling and couldn't believe what was going on. Mike said he calmed her down and explained how he was feeling sexually, how he really loved her but he wanted to experiment, that what he learned about himself would help their sex life too. He said he had always been able to sweet talk her, and he also made it seem. O my god, it was his own mother Rani. Was her dreaming. He said, in a feeble voice, “ma Rani, aap…I am sorry mother, I didn’t know it was you” “O beta, why do you stop now, continue what you were doing to your mother. There is no need to feel sorry. After all, I am your own mother and you can do anything you want to with me. Come, manoja don’t stop now..” And she hugged me to her bosom sending currents right through my body and brain.“haan ma” I could barely whisper as my mother took my hands.