“Hey I know we have never talked before but I really like the videos you have in your account. You seem very into taboo just like I am and I would r...ally enjoy talking about this stuff with you. Not everyone understands these type of things so I’m sure we can both benefit from a non judgmental online friend”.It took me a while to establish a credible account but hopefully he would respond in the next few days. I was really horny from planning everything for my son and from masturbating that. I was in another world filled only with the sensations flooding through my body. I was vaguely aware that he was groaning on top of me, and suddenly I felt his semen surging inside me and I had another smaller orgasm. He was holding my face and kissing me and I realised he was still inside me. After Paul had ejaculated into me, his penis would shrink away almost immediately which always upset me a little because I wanted to hold him inside me as long as I could, but Mark had just softened. If that was the case, her motive would have been simple lust. I could understand that easily. Since she wasn’t there, and Margie said Anya wasn’t doing women at all, why the hell had she delivered me up to Margie. Was it to control or gain influence with Margie, or to use me for some kind of weird plan of her own. Then the question became, ‘What did Blevins know?’ It all just ran round and round in my head. I was thinking I should contact Anya and just fucking ask her. The next thought was. She slid the silky hosiery down each leg, ever so slowly, watching the glistening material reveal her pale skin. The smooth feather light touch so erotic, reminding her of his tantalizing fingers flitting over the soft plush skin of her inner thigh. She felt herself moistening. She draped the silk stockings across the back of the sitting chair in the corner. Glancing around, the room could have been the backdrop for a soft porn scene and that stirred her thoughts, thoughts of him and their time.