I grabbed a fistful of her thick silky brown hair and yanked her head back as I started to thrust in and out of her tight pussy. She was in agony, I w...as in heaven. Her tight pussy was like a warm vacuum on my cock. I felt like I was impaling her. I yanked her head back with each thrust with a grip of her hair. With the other hand I reached underneath her to grab a fistful of tit flesh. I couldn’t help but yank and squeeze harder as I came closer to orgasm. As much as I wanted it to last. Haar fantasieën waren steeds wilder geworden. Ze was in haar gedachten al in alle standjes door Mark geneukt, hij werd steeds veeleisender voor wat betreft haar beschikbaarheid, hij noemde haar allerlei namen waar ze erg opgewonden van werd (“mijn gewillige teefje”), en in haar fantasie had hij allerlei geile setjes van Merel voor haar klaargelegd die ze voor hem moest aandoen en dan op zijn commando natuurlijk ook weer langzaam uit… (oooow, spiernaakt voor Mark te mogen staan in Merels hoge. Dinner conversation seemed to focus on Ralph’s absence. Tearfully the story came out. Dad’s comment Never liked that boy anyway.Mother said, “We have lots of room and we don’t get to see the Grandkids that often, move back home.”Dad says “Well that is settled.”It was true about the room Dad had been in Commercial Real Estate for years. One of his clients had gone busted with bad investments. He offered the 7 bedroom 5 bath 4 car garage for less than half its value. Dad Jumped. Sissy boys like you, who I put in diapers and who dresses up in drag to go out and suck other men’s dickies? I don’t want some pitiful loser like that sucking my honeys. You understand, don’t you??Spats’s eyes are now filled with tears. ?But Aurora darling, you make me go out and do that. I don’t want to?I want to be a real man and to get to kiss your breasts!??Shame on you, Spats. You’re just a little sissy-faggot. Don’t you really just wish I had a dick so I could fuck you full time? I know.