“I will be healing her again.” The ‘again’ sparked her interest and demanded the whole story on how I nearly crippled her when I first arrived.... She was not pleased with my story and called me ‘a low hanging dick’ for my actions. I agreed with her and told her so. That was why I made it a point to seek out and apologize to Sister Cynthia, with an offer to heal the wound I caused. I expected it to take all of our combined energy and knock us out for the day.Emily was still not pleased with me,. The full nine inches of his dick popped straight to attention.Aroused beyond belief by the forbidden treasures of his mothers dirty panties. The damp musk of earthiness that hung in marks nose, the sights of the faint brown stamp of his own mother’s anus. Had marks heavy dong swing with weight to full mast.The overwhelming realization that he could taste the lingering dew of his mother’s pussy on his actual tongue and that her asshole smelled so good almost made mark cum on the spot. He gripped. When she asked me what I thought of being with another girl I was dumbfounded! I didn't know what to say so I kind of quickly brushed it off. It was then that she started to prod me and then ended up tickling me (which I HATE!)She was really going at it with me and had me to the point of exhaustion. When she finally stopped, I realized that I was feeling very flushed and well, turned on. I simply cast it off as being aroused from the tickling but I know now that she got me hot.I finally. She was leaking like an open tap, I drew back my finger and let my middle finger also inside. With two fingers inside I started to finger fuck her slowly. I felt heavy contractions on my fingers as I increased the pace, all the while my other 3 fingers massaging the outer lips. This went on for a good couple of minutes when suddenly I felt a gush rushing past my fingers, she was pouring thru her love hole. I know now that she had an orgasm but I wasn’t very sure then and even thought she might.