Synthia turned back around, heat rising in her body as she greedily started drinking, desperate to hide herself from the rampant debauchery happening ...in the club. She began rapidly reconsidering her decision to come here, she was a tech geek for God sake, not some kind of wild slut like the rest of the people here. Cementing the idea in her mind, she placed her drink back on the bar and turned to leave. As Synthia turned, she felt her bag smack into something, hard. Glancing back to see what. I begin to dig my fingers into your chest. The thought of dragging them down the sides of your torso, and drawing blood runs through my mind. You feel the pain of my nails and reading my mind you clasp your hands over mine holding them tight to your chest, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing causing my fingers to relax.I wonder briefly if you are aware that in that position, with you holding my hands so high that I am prisoner to your cock.The toothpaste remaining in my mouth. Easy and quiet silly. He seems to be sleeping so let us go and let him sleepMarilynn --- I will stay and watch him while you and mom eat. As she sat on the bed and put a hand on his head. He is very warm, does he have fever? Why did they send him home so soon? What are we going to do now with the house gone and all our things?Easy one thing at a time. He is home because he insisted on coming home as he does not have good health insurance and hospitals are expensive. Second. Fuck me...That's it..." Karen's encouragement was quiet and her voice was beginning to get raspy and breathy. She turned her head and locked her eyes on Carrie's. "You like watching your son fuck me? Huh? You like watching him fuck me?" Carrie watched her son's ass flex and release, flex and release, flex and release as he kept drilling her insides. Karen's eyes were glazed over in ecstasy. Chris grabbed Karen by her waist and took her to the ground. Carrie tossed a big pillow to him.