Come fucking hard!” he replied through gritted teeth as he redoubled his efforts. Marissa catapulted right off the cliff of her climax, screaming ob...scenities at the beautiful scenery outside as she convulsed and milked Patrick's thrusting cock. His hand came to stroke and swirl at her clit, and Marissa screamed again, feeling the wave rise up again wicked and quick. She cried out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” for long minutes as she continued to come and come. Then she fell forward onto the chaise,. I looked into her eyes, and I could see the conflict there ... it was growing, a slow blooming need in her body, and an almost panicky distance from hot, drippy, wet fucking in her mind.< He has a really sexy body. >She smiled at me as she worked. She flipped her hair back over one ear and then licked her lips. I noticed for the first time that I could smell her pussy. She smelled hot, wet.< Nice, normal cock... >She lightly touched my cock and leaned over me."You have a nice big cock,. Ki..sukh..offf..offf..uh..uh..ooh..ohh.ooh….oooh..oops..nnaa..naa…dada aar naa…ebaar chudey de..aar sajjho korete parchhi naa…please..chudey de.” Amar kathaa shuney dada amar gud chosha bandho kore nijer pajamata khuley fello, itimadhdhey dadar dhon tthatiey noy inchi lamba ar chhoy inchi mota akar dharon korechhe. Deri naa korey dhone’ta amar gud’er vitor dhukiey thap maartey laglo. Aaramey sukhey ami amar paa duto diye dadar komor pachiey dhorey nizei pachha’ta opor dike ghai maartey thaki. It was part of her life, most of her life. She loved her husband, but she loved more the pain, the mistreatment, the abuse that her sons heaped on her. She was their slave, their plaything, and they could do anything to her they wanted, make her do anything.And, now, Peggy.Joan had not wanted her daughter to fall under the domination of her sons, but it was inevitable, she knew. They would not be satisfied only with her. They had to have their sister, too.And now that Peggy was involved, Joan.