.hoping to catch her bending over some stall table, reaching across atable, her trim ass cheeks pushed back… no, my lust, my obssession with y...ung Becky Llarson would last forawhile, would lastfor as longas she was allowed to remain at Cheluna Mansion, until some mastercalled for her and one night she would be gone…..taken to who knowswhere…… ” Oh, no Becky….I haven’t forgotten what you refused me thismorning…..” Becky lets out a muffled. The door was open just a crack. She had another guy on the bed with her hand on his dick that was out of the front of his pants. She seemed to be jacking him off. When she saw me in the doorway, she jumped up and tried to run after me. I got out of there in a big hurry. That other guy was the size of a football player. I didn’t want to mess with him. She tried to call me several times that night and my brother answered the calls and told Janice that I never wanted to see her again. She. I walked along the road and turned on to the cliff-top path away from the town. I knew my father would be looking for me at Col’s house. Eventually, my fury abated and I started crying. Not the wracking sobs that marked the end of a melt-down, but steady tears of endless sadness at my strange situation, my terrible father and my loveless home. Starting to feel the cold, I turned back along the cliff-top allowing me to approach Col’s house from the other direction along Sea View Road. The coast. I was afforded a totally awesome view of my prick stabbing into the pink pussy of my mom, her narrow hips pushed back as I poked her slit. I felt her opening once more gripping my sword in her fleshy scabbard, the enveloping like a wave of pure pleasure as pumped in and out. I knew the angle must be rubbing inside over her G-spot, as my balls swung up and beat on her, it was pounding where her clit protruded.This went on for a long time before the urgency of my climax made my screwing rougher.