.. maybe ... we just want each other so badly that we just ... well, we just clash. Like a meteor smashing into the moon or something. There’s no br...akes, you know? We hit together and then carom away ... We just hit together too hard.”“Does that mean you really want me?” Jake asked, daring to be hopeful.“Yes,” she replied. “Of course it does!” She reached over and pulled him back on the bed. She lay there with her arms around him. “It hurts when we clash,” she murmured, kissing his shoulder. “I. A real break this time. You have taken a lot of punishment so far, especially for your first time. I?m going to keep you restrained, to make sure you don?t go for cock and balls, but we will do some stretching first and then go relax for a little while. While we stretch, I will keep sheath on your cock so you know not to grab it, as the pin pricks will dig in. ??Ok thank you sir.? He puts the spike sheath on my cock and leaves the ball weight and crusher attached. We take ten minutes to. ...."show her how much you adore her pretty feet......mmmmmmmm" I shot my load covering the bottom of her foot. I looked down to see a stream shoot out from beneath my shorts. I came down from cloud nine and looked her in the eyes saying, "Thank you so much mom, that was wonderful." Mom continued moving her foot beneath my trunks, covering her whole foot with my cream. She responded, "I didn't know my feet had such a powerful pull on you. I've seen you looking at them before. I just thought you. We were all turning in for the night, and I was getting my outfit ready for work the next day, when I realized that my jeans were still in the dryer.Our living arrangement went like this: Ronnie took the basement level, Dee-Dee’s room was on the first floor and my room was upstairs. There were extra guest rooms on the first and second floors. The washer and dryer were in the room next to Dee-Dee’s.It was just after 11 when I went downstairs that night. I found my jeans and was about to go back.