I think Bethany’s right that it was, in the end, a defense mechanism against our mother. A way to bind ourselves tightly together in a struggle for ...our own individual selves. A fight we could only make together.”“That kind of makes sense. Your mom was worse than my dad in many ways. He never treated me like your mom treated you. He was strict, and thought he could control my body, but he was never, ever mean to me. Neither was Pastor Kent, at least until he found out about us. Even then, it. She blinked, then her smile widened as she saw the big bulge in Jake's trousers."Why, what a pleasant surprise!" she purred.Martha was an ever-ready fuck, which was one of the reasons that Jake had married her some twenty years ago--just as she had accepted his proposal mainly because of his huge, rock-hard cock. They had fucked up a storm during their courtship, broken three beds on their honeymoon and still, twenty years later on, screwed like crazed goats.Jake stood in front of the couch,. Oh, yes.... the bow. That was new. Shetook it from her back and inspected it. It looked... shimmery.Unbelievably light, but hard and strong, with ornate purple flecks,studded gems and other accoutrements decorating it. And arrows to gowith it - 24 of them.And oh yes, the bag as well! A level booster... she hadn't used ityet.. she would now. She opened it. These things were designed to helpboost a lower level players level up to his friends quickly, in times ofneed- they were very rare,. I keep fucking you faster and faster making your cum even more. You push me off of you and pat the top of the desk. “Lay down on here big daddy.”I clear the stuff off of my desk and lay down on top of it as instructed. My big cock is standing stiff in the air like a flag pole. You climb up on the desk and swing one leg over me as you straddle my cock. I feel you glide your pussy lips along my shaft before lining up and sliding down on cock. You moan as you go all the way down to the base. You.