I lifted my up legs so he could go deeper.Damm he was Tapp Dancing on my Cervix.I whispered in his ear Cum for me Lover,He grunted and unloaded inside... me.He rolled off of me.And I stumbled up felt a little dizzie.I found the light next to the bed.as my eyes was adjusting to the light.I realize I was home.How did I get home?SHIT I cant remember.I looked over my bed to find that my Mystery man was my Son.Damm How drunk was I? cant remember coming home and I justed let my son fuck me (which turned. ” Lucy paused, aware that Richard's breathing rate had increased, and that one hand was now splayed across her belly, and the other teasing her nipples. “He just fucked me, all the time whispering, calling me names – I hate being called names – but all the time I could feel myself building again, and all the time the pace of the rabbit in my cunt, the thrust of his cock in my ass, kept me under control. I just wanted to scream. Then he turned the fucking thing on, and the rabbit ears on my. ‘What? I have to.’ she replied. ‘Talk to him from here. It’s perfect. You’re way up here, towering over him. Tell him you want to stay in the city, and that’s fucking final.’ I could see she like the idea. Something about my being there emboldened her, and she went to the window. She was about to roll the blind up, but I stopped her. ‘No.’ I said, ‘leave the blind down.’ She wasn’t sure what I was up to, but went under the blind to call down to Tony. From his point of view, with her standing. Thirty or so in a bunch, wandering carefully, always watchful across the big heath and I watched fascinated as they fed and nibbled on the hoof. I’d been alerted to them by some weird grunts and moans, which at first I couldn’t place. Then I’d stumbled down wind on the herd, luckily not scaring them and I watched the big bucks in rut, roaring and grunting and fighting, claiming their ground and attracting mates. Of course it always happened in October to November and I gloried in being able to.