Your legs were now covered with the juices running out of you. Now your head came up and your voice was loud and clear. “Yes, lover. Oh god, yes,�...� you almost shouted. Still with my hands on your hips I increased my speed and was slamming into you. The sensations were beyond anything and everything I had ever known. I should have been crazy with lust and on the verge of sheer madness, but I continued to give you everything I had left, not wanting it to end, but wanting so badly to bring us both. Mike kept up the muffled groans and squeals, his idea of bedroom play was not being in this much pain. Heather counted out loud and triumphantly struck his exposed cock with the twenty-second stroke, with Mike almost crying through the humiliation and pain.She took out the sock and waited for the abuse that would be forthcoming but Mike stayed silent, panting furiously but looking at her with scared eyes. Heather had observed the rigidity of his manhood through the entirety of his ordeal and. But it did appear that mom was also enjoying the sweet aroma that filled the room.My dinner, on the other hand, was a different story altogether. It was apparent if I wanted to make dinner more often, I should take a class or find someone to teach me. The casserole was atrocious, and I apologized to mom when I saw her face scrunch up after taking a bite."It's okay Kirt... Ugh!” Mom gagged. “It's the thought that counts. Why don't I make us something quick?"I was disappointed but agreed since I. Not as crawly as 'WAY OUT', never the less, it was hands and knees, and a couple of stomach slithers. She pushed her backpack in front of her. There was light ... a vent grill that pushed out ... Wendy stood behind a massive Walnut desk.Wendy was in the 'shelves' of an ancient library. Not books ... scrolls.Wound on Walnut Rollers and stored in elaborate wood cases with glass covers, the wisdom of the sages was stored in this huge room.There was no dust...'come to think of it, there was no dust.