Mary had quietly taken toself-abuse.Puritanical nonsense. Self-gratification. Self-relief. Certainly not ?abuse?.Unbidden, the picture of an ebony coc...kheadparting the pink folds of her oldest daughter?s sex came into her mind, causinga dampening beneath the vee of her shorts.Was he down below now, ploughing his way deep inside Sally?Oh, how disgusting to be thinking such obscene thoughts.?I?ll make us a coffee, Darling, or something stronger if you like!?she smiled, standing up and stepping. The harder you force fed me your pussy, the more i craved. I felt your cream running down the sides of my face. Nirvana. But I’d had enough of this. Any more orgasms and I would have drowned just from your…ahem…enthusiasm. Moving you off of me, you held your pose, as if reading my mind. You watched with great interest as my cum covered lips curled into a smile, and I licked my lips several times. I think you thought that I would give you my cock deep in your throat, but in this mood..that. It was so long that the hembrushed the floor when I walked. No one would ever be able to tell that Iwas practically naked beneath it. Moreover, the shoulders were padded anda pair of light-weight arms - like those on a clothing dummy - had beensewn into the sleeves , the hands covered with gloves.I looked in. full-length mirror near the door as Cynthia put a wide-brimmed hat on my head. The illusion was perfect. To the casual observer,I was fully dressed, protected from the cold, arms hanging. My thoughts grew senseless as everything around me slowly started turning. This time, I was prepared. I fought back some of the dizziness and said: Why? Because Im not used to being opposed. I felt his lips brush my cheek. His scent overwhelmed me. My heart pounded, my arms hung limp beside my body. I realized I didnt even want to stop this from happening, whatever was happening. I just wanted to be conscious. He put his hand behind my head and crushed his lips against mine rather violently..