I think mom was right. I think she was actually going to make me squirt. Unexpectedly, I felt a change inside my body. It felt as if my body was under... a unique force that began to compress all my organs, especially the one between my legs. I could tell mom noticed because as she continued to circle over my silky knoll that was now glossy from her wet tongue mixed with my personal juices, she inserted not just one finger, but two. I was not tight by any means, but with mom’s two fingers inside. Thump. Her breathing was in short, explosive pants. It was the same rhythm as taught in birthing lessons. Amazing. A woman breathes the same when receiving life as when she gives life. My hip action was so rapid that I feared I would pull out. I was going so fast and hard, I would hurt myself or Susan if I came free. She solved that worry by crossing her ankles behind my butt. This kept me from pulling out and gave me added thrust forward.We were in harmony when IT happened. Her eyes rolled up. She began to blush, the red rising from somewhere under the ski skin which encased her delicious body to cover her face. She was red as a lobster. Her lower lip quivered. Really though, it was a laughable situation. There Eve (I will continue to call her that, if you don’t mind) and I were, naked and obviously freshly fucked, when Andy asked for Eve’s autograph.“I’m sorry, Davy,” she whimpered and turned to leave. I grabbed her ankle. “Come back here,” I said, pulling her down beside me. Andy. FUCKER! FUCKER! I yelled through my taped mouth I was angery now! When he had my ankles tightly tied together I felt his hands going up and down my bare legs I could feel his tongue and lips on them also.I yelled Fucker! Bastard! And struggled but when I did it hurt my shoulders. Doing this to me and my feet where dirty also! Fucker!Bruno was now right behind me with his hands going from my hips, breasts and oh my God he was grabbing my ass! He then said in-between my yelling Sandy? I yelled.