What I saw damn near made me drop the beer! MY WIFE was lying naked on the bed, on her back, legs raised and spread wide, getting piston-fucked by my ...son! She didn't even seem to be aware of my presence as she gasped, moaned, and begged for her first-born to bang her harder, degrade her, put her in her place like the fucking slut she was! Prager had no trouble complying, quickening his in-and-out violation of her audibly-squelching slit! She gazed up adoringly, worshipfully, at the stud who was. “Trish, will you please position him for me?” Dr. Gibson said matter of factly.Her eyes locked onto the organ, putting on gloves, she moved to the side of the bed. She glanced at Roger, then picked up his penis in her right hand while scooping his egg-sized testicles into her left hand. She lifted them up and toward his belly, she noticed the feel and weight of his organs. She couldn’t help but stare and let her mind drift. As she did, her hands absentmindedly caressed them a bit. Roger sighed,. What could I say. He had me. I shook my head.His eyes narrowed. "Now why would someone pretend to be Polish?" heasked himself. I could sense he was trying to figure this out in hishead."But all those girls out there think you're Polish don't they."I nodded."And you wouldn't want them to find out that you're not." This wasanother statement, not a question.I shook my head, still gazing at my shoes."And is it important to you that they don't find out?"I looked up now and caught his gaze. He. Most arrived on bicycles, some of the older ones in cars that they parked in the side-streets. Debra had offered the use of the 'Cuda Beach parking lot but, after a quick consultation, they refused saying they did not want anyone saying their protest was in any way sanctioned by any adult organisation. One college kid whose father owned a printing shop in King City drove up in a pick-up and offloaded some one hundred protest signs with various slogans printed in Arabic and in English.Then it.