He slaps her again, surprising her, this time directly on her spread ass and pussy. He knows that if he keeps up the slaps she will come so he decides... to test her resolve. Slap after slap, over her ass, contacting her ass, pussy, clit, legs and thighs. She is crying out, begging for more. He stops, again waiting for her body to relax. This time it takes much longer. He can see her pussy and ass clenching and unclenching, right on the edge of orgasm. She is holding her breath, fighting the. She did her own seatbelt up as she muttered to herself about needing to buy an American dictionary.As I sat there, I felt like something was missing. I reached out and rested my hand on Mum’s thigh. That felt better. She dropped her hand over mine and squeezed it, and then put both hands back on the wheel so she could steer the car out onto the street.“I guess you were pretty upset in that meeting with Miss Webster and Mr Student Welfare?”“Yeah, I guess. Mr Shankie started going on about. Margo could believe what was happening to her. The words 'why' kept repeating though her mind, as her son slammed his cock inside her. But in time, she felt pleasure from it. The roughness. The wild abandon. There was something familiar to it. Something beyond arousing. She felt herself get wetter, while her son's cock went deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her own orgasm approached at breakneck speed, and she was tempted to plead for him not to stop.It didn't last more than a few. It's why lesbians claim that only women properly know how to induce clitoral orgasms in other women!Mom didn't mind not having a penis of her own; she got plenty of double duty on any given evening.The problem was our own wantonness. My sister and I, from the moment we first tasted sex with each other, knew we would have a difficult time if we ever had to separate.Yet, within a few weeks of our starting college at Yale, Glen told me that she had met someone.The boy reminded her of Freddie.
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