And why are my ARMS TIED BEHIND MY BACK!? In a panic, you roll over onto your stomach and get onto your knees. Trying to take a deep breath, you notic...e the gag in your mouth. Your feet are also tied together, you can see the thick nylon rope binding behind you. You wriggle and writhe as best you can to escape the ropes, but you only wind up with a fresh rope burn and a dry throat. By now you also notice that you are completely naked, save for your rope restraints. _Ah God, what the fuck did I. Ryan's ejaculation was not long delayed before he emptied his balls deep inside his mother's vagina.They had both been a bit out of control in the last few minutes, Ryan particularly, but they got their breath back with Ryan's penis still lodged just below Gina's cane lashed cheeks. Ryan eventually stepped back and his prick dropped out, dragging some cum, and a red-faced Gina slowly got up and cupped her buttocks."Do you want some time upstairs on your own?" asked Ryan almost. Jack pulled away for a moment and let her labia spring back to their normal closed position. The preacher's wife was breathing hard, her forehead now resting on her forearm. Her hips u*********sly wiggled, seeking the tongue that had left her. Then she felt her pussy being separated again. It felt different this time because Jack was using only one hand... his thumb and forefinger of that hand. And then to the preacher's wife's glee, his face pressed against her again and his tongue began. Zoe found herself admiring a particular one of Gabrielle. ‘She’s so beautiful. She looks like a supermodel,’ Zoe thought to herself as she looked over the close up on Gabrielle with her face in her hands. The focus of Zoe’s eyes shift and she could now see the reflection of herself against the glass of the picture frame. She examined her average green eyes that she thought were too big and round. She frowned at her shoulder length, unkempt brown hair and the round cheeks that she thought.