I need you in me now."As I moved around and climbed up over mom, "I don't want to make you hurt any more than you are mom." Call me Janet please. Your... not going to hurt me."I leaned in and kissed Janet on the mouth like a lover would do while sliding my hard cock up and down between her pussy lips feeling her pussy juices getting my dick all wet as we both flexed our hips at each other."You will need to put it in yourself since my hands are in these casts."I raised up and moved my knees in. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a pathetic, "....oh...." I still say you look like you're wearing pretty panties." The panty boy said, always speaking softly, then asked, "What's your name, sweetie?"He cleared his throat and answered, "Joe." Joe.... hmmmm." The neighbor's voice got a happy tone and said, "I know, let's call you Josie, OK?"Joe took a few seconds to understand what he meant, "You want to call me Josie?" Yes, do you like it? I think it's a pretty name. I'm. No, it was because it was crafted so that the woman's breasts, larger than any woman's, were obscenely exposed to all eyes, young and old, man and woman, against all laws of decency.At this sight the King staggered and quickly turned around to keep the Queen from soiling her eyes on the prisoner's body. "How could you grant an audience to a half-naked woman?" he asked his counsellors with wrath. They all took a step back and lowered their eyes in shame and fear, but the King felt they feared. You could tell it was noticed, but he didn't say anything. I offered him a handshake when I got to him, and he obliged, but after letting go of my hand, he brushed his against my cock through my shorts.The guy they sent out was a short black guy, but you could tell by the way he carried himself that he had a big dick. He jumped in my car and started tinkering to get it going. I could feel myself start to lose my boner, but didn't want that, so I started to lightly stroke myself with my eyes on.