She didn’t let themknow she had seen them, she said she went right away toher bathroom, peeled down her pantyhose, and masturbatedherself to org...asm thinking about what she had just seen.She explained how they were both awkward and clumsy witheach other as they explored each other’s sex organs. Shewanted me to properly examine her son, since he seemed tolike having another male doing things to him; she wantedto see how he would react in an intense, true medicalsetting. She expressed. Not today shona.Pleaseee”-she requested.“Hush baby”-i said touching her lips.”dont stop me dear.Let us just go with the flow.Let this happen.U are loving it.So what is the problem shona?And hey,i promise that i wont ruin your life and career by making u pregnant at this age”She was still hesitating though i meant to keep my promise.“Richa my little kitty kat,my shona,dont u trust your sweet krish?Dont u”-i said in order to convince her to have a romantic sex. And now the tables turned.Now at. We moved together; each of us in a dance keeping perfect rhythm. I moved on top of Jane. Her sheath was warm, slick, inviting. There were no earth-shattering screams of orgasmic ecstasy ... just a series of shuddering quakes that seemed to spring up from somewhere deep inside the core of her voluptuous, miniature frame. We didn't speak. More often than not, a good portion of every breath I took was air that had just been expelled from her lungs and vice versa. And those eyes ... I really did. And again, I was led through the house on wobbly legs.I was pushed face down onto a bed, so lovely and comfortable. Ahhhh.... "Another ten, I think," I heard.And again I was cropped. This time I was lying on a bed, as stroke after stroke cracked across my poor bottom. I screamed and whimpered into the bed. It seemed to never end. But it did. I lay there, my jaw aching from the gag, my bottom on fire from the cropping.I felt a weight beside me on the bed. Hands unbuckling the dreaded gag..