. ”I then continued kissing her. She didn’t allow me to kiss her lips and moved her head away & kept crying & weeping. I continued kissing her on ...cheeks, neck etc. after almost 5 mins, her pain was subsided & her crying converted into moans. I then slowly started moving my penis in & out. She too responded with her movements. She wrapped her legs around me & her hands around my back. I increased the speed of my dick & anita started enjoying it.Her moans were very sexy, “aaannnhh .. .uuufffff. “As I said. There are things you wouldn’t do, though. Your mom made me suck your dick. She made her boyfriend slave suck another guy’s dick and not just any guy. Her own son! What if I asked you to let her suck your dick? You’d probably run a mile. THEN you’d call the cops and have me arrested.”“No ... no I wouldn’t. Run, I mean. Mom’s real pretty,” he said in little more than a whisper.I didn’t know what to say to that so I said nothing. “Your mom kept me prisoner for years. I feel like it’s. When I stood up it was obvious I was far more tipsy than I had realized. Someone in the group suggested I let someone walk me to my room. Immediately my new friend volunteered to walk with me and we left the group.We took the elevator up, got off and walked to the door. At that point I realized we were at his room not mine. When he opened the door I asked what we were doing and he said he would like to spend some time alone with me. I was tipsy but knew better, still I walked in sitting down on. .voices.Jayde's voice, and Jim's voice. Jayde's voice was squeaking and sighing, and Jim's voice grunting. Oh no! They weren't...DOING IT, were they? I had to see. My heart in my mouth, I crept up to the door, and peeped in, doing my best not to be seen or heard. THERE! There was the sight I'd been dreading! Jim was stood, facing the window, standing over that big old photocopier of Mandy's, with his pants down, and his hairy arse pumping back and forth! And Jayde's tight jeans and panties were.