I had asked her once about it and she just shrugged it off and told me to stay away from d**gs, since they could make you do things of which you’re ...ot proud. I tried not to dwell on the subject while I had watched my mom easily take multiple, huge cocks into both of her openings, but it was difficult not to picture both of my predecessor’s previous histories. They were whores like me and I was just trying to walk in their footsteps, at least in the porn business. Needless to say, I kept up. Yes, there was something in this all, and with Emma sitting so silently beside him. He lifts his arm over the back of the pew and holds her in his arms.This is something so different, but so good. Emma is again taking him to a new, no, an old place he had forgotten.A lot of the service is wasted on Donald as he relived memories from the past. They all are washing over him, bringing him to a new level of consciousness. And the idea of Emma and him, really exploring each other fully in a bit. . She declined a cup of her own, grabbing a quick sip out of mine. We headed for the bedroom.She had a plain brown dress, with just the minimum of embroidery on it. I assumed it would end just above, or just below her knees. A plain white bra, and what we used to call "granny panties" as underwear. I hadn't noticed this before, as she was not allowed to wear clothes in the house, of course. And so I have never had to look up her dress to see her panties.She stood there looking ashamed at her. " Please, please," she began to beg. I backhanded her across the face hard. "I said put it on bitch, I didn't say start to talk." She got the message when I raised my hand to slap her again and quickly pulled the hood over her head. "Now you lay there and be quiet bitch." I put the car in gear and headed out of the park and out of town. There was a deserted barn I had scouted out a month before that would be perfect for us. I listed to her sobs for several minutes then turned on the radio to.