As Jay took advantage of the opportunity to grope me freely now, Kyra explained how I came to be there and what my status was.Kyra is one strange girl.... I honestly believe that she was enjoying my degradation, my rapes, as much or more than the boys. I reminded myself that it had been her idea. So I guess she was a big fan of what they were doing to me.As Kyra was explaining I felt Jay's cock growing under me. His cock felt as big as the rest of him. He was a really large boy.When Kyra finished. She sucked my dick like a pro and seemed like she had sucked a lot more before mine.After a few minutes, she asked me to fuck her. I lay her on the bed and was ready to fuck her in the missionary position. She had left the lights on, which I found exciting (My high school girlfriend used to switch off the lights). She kept screaming, “Fuck me harder”, “Give me that cock” and didn’t mind being vocal while making love. She wrapped her legs around me tight and humped back at me as I thrust into. She let out a sssssssssshhhhHH quite inaudibly, but continued her non-cooperation. Emboldened, I forced my fingers over her hitherto sagging breasts and continued my usual massage (as I would do to my wife) starting from the lower end, slowly sliding towards the top, squeezing the tiny nipple with two fingers. After a few seconds of massaging, I could sense her breasts and nipple becoming live, hardening and her body slowly relaxing. Then I began to kiss on her breasts (forcing her hands away,. Do you think I could help you with that she said with a lust looking out her eyes. She looked at me and shook her head. What the fuck am I doing, your my son and here I am watching you masturbating in front of me She looked away and headed out of my bedroom but then she stopped in the doorway and turned around and a smile came across her mouth. Do you think you could help me with something? She asked me in a little girl tone. What do you want me to do? I asked. Could you help me with.