He grabbed my Wifes Tits and twisted them one at a time with both hands until he had turned the nipples one complet turn. Sharon should have been scre...ming but all we got from my new Slut was ooooooOOOOOWWWW. It was really wonderful to hear Sharon in moan in pain as her Tits got some standard abuse for any slut. As I watched Sharons pussy get pumped full of cum, and listened to her moaning and squirming from the tit abuse, I got quite a hard on myself.He lasted longer than I would have and when. ******* A year later, I got a call from my boat builder friend. Although he wouldn’t talk much on the phone, he did extract a promise for me to pop by later that day. Even when I pulled up outside his office and noticed him leaning against the door, it was plain to see he had a look like someone had just shot his dog. ‘Coffee?’ ‘Sure, although something tells me I may need something stronger later, so, why the secrecy?’ He waited until I had my coffee in my hand before he went round to his desk. Once I had come down enough from that first explosive orgasm she started again in earnest. It was like she was trying to wring every last drop of cum from my body.I was in a state of bliss and another orgasm was slowly building in me. She had my legs spread as wide as they would go and she would alternate between gently licking all around my clit for while, then sliding her tongue as deep as she could into my pussy, then licking very gently and teasing all around the opening to my pussy then. Mostreaders have patience; others think the story sucks if there aremistakes. I do try though.)We can all remember a time, when things were like Utopia. When life wasso good, we never thought about being sad. For me this was when my Mumlived here. Then we were a family.Mum was the happy one in the family. She was always cheerful and makingpies and things. I know this sounds a bit corny, but that's the wayshewas. At least that's the way I remember her. I remember when she readme bedtime stories.