Every waking moment was filling with horny desires and thoughts about what we had done, and fantasizing what my son was going to do with me next!Even ...efore he started to use words of possession with his mother - calling me his woman, his only love - we lived it.At this time my husband and I still had our weekly scheduled marital fornication - but it lacked colour and volume compared to my young lover. My husband grunted between my spread legs, the lights out, in our bed, and his body sweating. It was now time to end the show. Two of his tentacles approached her face and chest at a speed which seemed like an eternity to her. Her mind and body had united in asking for a quick release, her mind incapable of enduring such pain. Yet the tentacles stopped as they hit her flesh. She tried to say something but her mouth was just a cavity between her jaws; instead she heard mercer say "goodbye". She closed her eyes.Almost simultaneously the tentacles punctured the fair skin, destroying skin. We joked and talked openly. About race but also about life in general. We trusted each other and we shared our most personal and intimate feelings and thoughts easily - things you only share with one or maybe two of your closest friends.Our friendship turned sexual about two months into our first year as roommates. Let me tell you what happened.I was in the room alone on a weeknight. I finished my homework for the night and was lying on my bed reading some magazine. It was around 10PM when Mike. Please. Fill my mouth." Jen was begging me, and I could only oblige. Once I felt that first heavy burst from my cock, I pulled out and shoved the length of my cock into Jenny's open mouth and throat, "FUUUUCK! Yeah!" I exclaimed as jet after jet of hot cum filled her mouth. Once I was done, I pulled out of her mouth, and placed my mouth over Marisa's ass as I tongued her little hole, while Jenny, underneath, did her best to suck every drop of my cum from Marisa's pussy. It was several minutes.