Fucked. That was the word for it. Jill wasn't used to thinking about things like that and using words like that. But now she knew what that word meant.... It was a raw, sexual word, a word that brought to mind thick creamy sperm being flushed into a spasming pussy. Her own pussy started getting wet and she felt the tingle of being excited sexually.She let her hand wander down toward her uncle's cock. She ran into it long before she thought she would.It was hard.It was lying between them, up. We are all standing around by the bar, but they are much closer to Heather now. One guy is sitting on a bar stool behind her and she is kind of sitting on his lap or leaning up against him. He has his hand on her leg, resting on her stockings. I can see her nipples are so hard under her blouse. We are all laughing and enjoying the moment. I then see his hand go between her legs while we are all still talking. She opens her legs a little to let him know it is ok. Even though it is dark, I can. His mom taught a bunch of courses in the chemistry department.Mike told me he’d found the photo stuck behind some books. It was his mom when she was a grad student. Jesus. She was naked on the floor, weight mostly on one hip, leaning forward on her hands, staring straight at the camera. Not a mean face, no, but she wasn’t smiling. She was serious. Her breasts were full, round, firm, nipples showing nicely. The funny thing in the picture was the dog lying right in front of her, on its side,. .more harder………SIR……….Faster……..oohhh……..tear my pussy apart……Baby………………go still more deeper………………my pussy can still take you in…………..there is still more space for you…………..Hit my base.sir….touch the bottom……….l want your cock head to hit my bottom………ooohhh..GOD……….Yesssssssss………..like that………OH, HONEY”Seema was looking at me with astonishment at the way I was screaming and enjoying the brutal fucking I was getting from her hubby and she was shocked when I called John as honey, and she was.