So I'll leave you girls here and go look for some friends of mine." I didn't know it then, but I learned later that he wanted to stay in the "Zone" so... his cums would be better. And I learned that the friends he was looking for were all women, and he was going to fuck them if they wanted him to, and that Mom wouldn't mind, because she was going to be fucking other guys besides him. That's what they do here.After he left, Mom told me more about cumming, and how girls do it, too, but without the. I bit my hand but still couldn't stop the strangled cry. He moved his hand inside me, flexing and relaxing his fist. He turned his hand inside me, working me with his knuckles. His mouth took on a new intensity. My pleasure ebbed and flowed but never completely abated. The pain couldn't stop it. I felt my own juices trickle off of me and into the dirt. I don't know how long he continued. I know I panted. I know I had loosened enough that he could move more inside me. I know I flopped like a. His shaft is now marinating in Emma’s dripping wetness. He is soon lubricated with her cream of desire.Donald lifts Emma enough so he can position himself to ram his throbbing cock up in her deeply. Emma gasps in surprise, but covers herself by saying, “Oh, look at those stars.”Donald replies, “Oh, yes, this is an amazing experience, isn’t it?”All Emma can respond is a quiet thank you to him.She feels him up deep in her, she dares not bounce on him or their extracurricular activities would be. Sally could hear clunking noises from metal hitting metal. Moving unseen closer, she was horrified to see the man placing sharp knives, saws and other cutting instruments before him. She looked at him, he was a Caucasian, middle aged with a bald head. On his forehead she could see an upside down pentagram; she was not sure if it was a tattoo, or drawn there. He was dressed in a long sleeved black robe with the cowl thrown back exposing his head.Quickly, Sally willed herself to move towards and.