Then I remembered what people do in life or death situations - it was far from it but I didn't have the money to throw away in the first place - but I...had no one to be spoon with, not even my dog who'd decided to stay in the living room. Instead I let my mind wander, let it think of stuff I'd not let myself think of in a while. My body started to become to life again, running through my veins and cock was warm blood. After getting a grip of it I let myself relax and just think about the good. And when he'd put both arms around her back and gently moved her so they were lightly touching from breast to groin, he added softly in her ear, "you smell so nice mommy, so nice."Suddenly he felt her lips on his neck, hungry, wet bites that sent blood coursing madly up his cock, and then he moved his hands to her firm bum, pulling her against his urgent need. They danced two dances plastered together, swaying as one, his prick proudly poking his mom...."My turn," Patty demanded as the second. The whipping stops. One of you steps up and grabs a hand full of hair and pull my head back. With your other hand you pinch my left nipple. I wince with the pain. All of the sudden I feel two hands on my balls. Then I feel what I think is a thin rope being wrapped around them close to their base. I feel the rope tighten and then pulled down. “Let’s stretch the balls down to the spreader,” Kim says to Lisa. With that the rope gets pulled tight and my knees bend a little the try and take. As she blinked in the dark, her legs were wide open and she was enjoying the sensation despite herself. What was the feeling? It wasn’t a prick. Not unless it was a peculiarly small and versatile one. And it wasn’t fingers – the feeling was quite unlike that. As the sensation spread up her labia to her stomach, she established that it must be a tongue. No man had ever sucked her there before, and it was a pleasure she felt peculiar about enjoying. But who was it? There was no light at all in.