Im now forty-two, been married for 10years and have 3 beautiful c***dren. As I stand in the cold January wind, Ithink of growing up with mom.My first... remberance of my sexual cravings was when I was 7 years old. I waslate for the school bus and had to get into the bathroom to brush my teeth.The door was closed, I knew mom was in there, so I screamed, "mom if you don'tget out of there now I'll miss the bus." Serves you right for taking yourtime" she answered back. Finally she told me I could. I took this time to walk over to the small red toolbench in the corner. I opened the top drawer and picked out a pair of my favorite nipple clamps. I returned to Megan who was eyeing my hands with extreme curiosity. Before she could determine what was in my hands I quickly attached the clamps to both of her nipples causing her to begin begging for mercy again. I grabbed her nipple again and twisted worse than before, causing her to arch her back and scream. "It's far too late to beg" I hiss. I. I eased in, my dick feeling the squeeze. I wondered about her husband getting his dick in there since it still felt so tight, but there was little time for that thought. I started slowly pumping in and out, feeling her tight little hole grab the skin of my dick as I sawed back and forth. With all my orgasms today, I knew I could last a while, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted to let it go and fill Joanne’s ass with cum. Joanne was moaning and enjoying it. She finally looked back over her. But, strangely, she found herself even more turned on and only just realized that she had not stopped masturbating as she heard these punks refer to women in general as 'cunts' and their future girl-friends as 'hot-for-it pussy' and girls' mouths as ' gateways to BJ heaven'.Nancy, ever faithful to a dare, reluctantly removed her hand from her own hot-for-it pussy and put her arms up and placed her hands behind her head. She had no idea why she was turned on by such filthy boy-talk. She blushed.