He continued to fuck my ass with his toy for a good ten minutes. Then he switched to the real thing. He pulled the dilido out and slid his nine inch d...ick into my ass. His cock was bigger than the dilido and it felt so much better. His cock went deeper into my ass than anything or anybody has. His girth stretched my hole out to it hurt but it was the best type of pain that I ever felt. I turned my head around to see him fuck me. He leaned forward while still humping me and kissed me. I waited so. “Yesssss that’s so so so good fuck, you feel good inside mmmee” And began pumping my rock hard dick with her wet pussy. Her heated wet slick cunt stroked my cock like an overdue oil well, pumping for its gold. She bounced up and down so hard her little girl tits looked like two streaks of pinkness shimmering above me, I couldn’t make out her face for all the movement and her hair fling about, kind of like a palm tree in a hurricane. She pumped and pumped me for my seed. As she came. ”“What are these roses called? They’re breathtaking!” she said.Kyle took one of the roses from the vase, smelled it and then handed it to Tara to do the same. “They’re called ‘Hearts-A-Fire’,” he told her.“A very appropriate name,” she replied. “Is there some significance to why you chose these over red, pink or some other color of rose?”Kyle turned away from her and returned to set the pot of water on the stove to boil.Tara came up behind him and turned him around to face her, “Kyle? Is there. Wash your hands and don’t touch your face.”I pulled my hands from scratching at my nose. “I’m not getting it stuck in the apartment all the time.”“That’s right,” she said, smiling at me. “Now go. Wash your hands. Thoroughly.”I swallowed my retort. Part of me wanted to bend my mother over the counter and fuck her hard, the other part wanted to tell her to fuck off about the disease. I was sick and tired of it. I wanted my life back. I wanted to be free. If I wasn’t stuck inside, I wouldn’t be.