Now, I will say that I loved her mom; she really treated me like a son and probably kept me from starving a few times when I had overspent my budget. ...However, I've also felt resentment towards her mom because the comment had some lasting repercussions. From that point on, I've felt at various times that she felt guilty about having sex. In any event, we did eventually get married at 21 with the shared thought that her guilty feelings would pass. Although the overt feelings of guilt appeared to. She was a very loud and vigorous fucker and loved to be on top when she fucked Mark. Bill was the tallest at six foot four and had a beer gut and a long thin cock. I liked him because he knew how to fill my ass and his cock slid in nicely. Sara was my height, blonde like me, with a similar body. I used to think that Mark would invite her over when he wanted to feel like he was fucking twins, we were that similar.We rented a house at the beach, after all why not enjoy more than sex? We arrived. ?His tears were flowing freely now and I smiled to myself. Here was where I had the most fun. ?Now jerk off your worthless cock until you’re about to cum and then stop.?I listened with perverse pleasure as he groaned and struggled to do as I commanded while working around and through the self inflicted pain.?I’m there Mistress.?I waited a beat before telling him, ?Again.?I worked him to the point of sobbing before I finally said, ?Tell me how much you wanna cum. Beg me good enough and I might. Whilst watching myself, I slipped the bullet inside my knickers and thought of daddy's hard cock. I imagined him getting it out, all hard, while I walked down the catwalk. I wanted him to show me it, I wanted to feel daddy's cock, I imagined him fucking me, just like Stacie had imagined with her dad.Oh god, it felt amazing and knew I'd be cumming real quick. My juices were flowing and I had that ache again. Then all of a sudden I felt this incredible wave sensation go through my body. Oh god, I.