Finally, Helen said she was getting too sore and couldn't take any more and she just went right to sleep on my bed. The next morning she was still asl...ep when I got up. I was making myself breakfast when the phone rang. It was my mother complaining that she her pussy was so sore she couldn't even walk. She said she had to sleep with an ice bag between her legs all night.I told my mother to get some rest and I would see her later.I just hung up the phone when Helen walked in wearing just her. Two fingers slid inside my wet vagina, my thumb idly flicking and caressing my aroused, anxious clitoris. I was still tired enough so that my hand moved slowly, while a series of pictures flashed through my imagination: my husband's penis buried inside me, moving, plunging, his sperm pouring into me to make our babies; that same penis stroking into an unknown woman thousands of miles away, then withdrawing to deliver its creamy gift onto her belly; the soft mouth lips of Fran's mother gently. But from the start, he was a beast. This time he was rubbing me violently and suddenly he put one of his figures in me. While kissing I was about to scream, it was deep and he was rubbing my insides like a monster. Slowly he put another one inside.I kept telling him it won’t fit but he was now not in the mood of listening. He dug another finger in. It did not even take a single second for me to empty my tank. I had completely wet my pants. For a moment there I lost the track of my surroundings. . My swollen clit showed how excited i was… I couldnt hold any longer…I got on my knees and put my hand in his pants… I could feel like a snake was inside… I took it out… It was a huge 10 inch 3 inch thick black cock… I hungrily started sucking this monster black rod… My love juice were flowing like a warm river lubricating my vagina in anticipation of that huge rod… He was holding my head enjoying my tongue on his cut black cock… He was moaning…Finally he lifted me up as easily as if he is.