Lately, Ford had been growing his beard long like our dad’s, which made it harder to tell. The tickling of that beard hair on my inner thighs felt a...azing though.Both of their tongues were large and strong, so it was hard to tell which one was penetrating me. Whoever it was, they were doing a great job- I moaned, giving away that I was awake.Then I realized that the face pressed up between my ass cheeks was too narrow to be my father’s. I opened my eyes and saw my father’s smiling face next to. It did not matter that she had known for weeks that the day was soon to come - she was sick of the whole damned business by now. Her bruises had just about healed after the realistically filmed torture scenes and all her aches and pains had gone. Now she was to have to go through it all again!At least she would be being tortured in the fresh air this time, beside the waters of the Atlantic. But she could think of no other mitigating circumstances!Once again she glanced through the itinerary.. Sitting in the chair, next to him, she pulled down her dirty, yet soaked, underwear. And left it on Arun’s shorts, over his crotch, greatly surprising him. He was never used to this kinky twisted side of his mother. And it was exciting him, even more.“Do you want to keep it? Maybe as a souvenir for everything that happened today.” Neema asked Arun, in his ears.“Wait. I will tell you. I have an idea,” Arun replied. He had seen his mother with other men, throughout the day. He was okay with it,. About four or five more ropes ejaculated from his penis all over his chest and body until only a few drops secreted from the top. I continued to stroke his cock until nothing more was oozing out, and slowly eased up on my rhythm. The sight of him cumming so intense was beyond arousing. We both lay there and didn't say a word for about thirty seconds. We began talking about cumming and how he'd just started to a few weeks before this, and that someday I would be able to too. And boy was he.