Toby knelt quietly, eyes closed, his hand on his cock, knees spread. He was the picture of a masturbating teen.“What are you thinking?” I asked.Hi... eyes still closed, Toby said, “I’m thinking about fucking you, mom. How good your pussy feels. Deep inside you. Fucking you.”He was quiet for several seconds and masturbated a little faster. I was both embarrassed and pleased by what he’d said, fantasizing about fucking his mother. I rubbed my pussy.“And I’m thinking about fucking you in the ass,”. After literally seconds, it was pulled out for another to take its place, then another.Meanwhile, I felt strong hands on my ankles and knees, and my legs being pulled apart. A hard cock nudged between my parted thighs, and slid easily into my soaking cunt, pumping in and out while two strong hands gripped my hips hard, pulling me onto him. Other hands were fondling my tits,and helping the others swing my body back and forth onto the impaling prick, and then I was coming hard, feeling the tight. The 4 of them got her down, and she immediately started to play with her cunt, but was stopped by Christina. She said, “NO fucktoy, you will not touch that whore hole until we say you can. You have to learn control, so get your fingers away from it!”Tracy stopped, looking at Christina with pleading eyes. She wanted to cum and thought she could beg, but didn’t want to piss them off. So, she just stared!They loaded her in the car so they could drop the boys off and go to Linda’s to work on the. "He broke out in a big hearty laugh."You're my brother, you idiot!" he said, "And I love you very much!"I laughed and smiled at him. Where had I heard those very same wordsbefore?I called Joy in Chicago as soon as I got back home. It was still officehours for her; so I called her at work."Hi," I said, "you got a minute?" I've always got time for you, 'Muscles'," she replied. "What's up?"I didn't really see any point in being subtle. "How would you feel aboutbeing married to the next movie.