It bounced back even harder with a drop of pre cum on the tip. "Please, please make me cum," begged John as he gently fingered her stocking tops and s...uspenders. Jayne was now using her thumb and forefinger to wank John off. Not fast, not slow but steady and rhythmically. Another button on her blouse had been undone and more stocking top was on show. "I'll make you cum but only with my hand. My pussy is saved for a real man with a real cock. No BJs either. Only a real man can force me to my. If she stayed still, it should miss her, and hit the beach a hundred yards away.As she stood, tense, it continued to slow down, getting larger and larger as it careened forward. The thing was immense! She was now rooted to the spot with terror.The machine, for that was what it now appeared to be, hit the water's edge and slid up the beach at a snail's pace, coming to a stop a hundred yards or so onto the sand. She quickly revised that opinion, for the front may have been well up the sand, but. “Is this about your attraction to your son?” she said almost as soon as they sat down.“Yes. I was hoping you could tell me how you got over it. The urge is getting stronger by the day and I am afraid I am going to make a fool of myself. How did you fight it off and move on?” Karen looked and sounded desperate.Pam looked out the window at the people passing by on the sidewalk and said nothing for a few minutes. Finally, she said, “You can never say anything to anyone about this conversation.. " Leave them on. I want you like that."She slipped to the floor, using the clothing there as she had been forced to use the torn dress on the kitchen floor with Roger as a towel against the surface. The rug was thick, though, a deep-pile buff-colored shag, and was almost as soft and comfortable as a bed. She stretched out luxuriously, widening her legs to show Marc the full, enticing view of her warm, moist cunt. She was alive! She rubbed her hands along her sides and dipped a finger.