That is how I cure your papa of illnesses”“Mom, don’t you get such illness”“Of course yes, and when I do, your papa puts his cock inside and... rubs my inside thoroughly till I am cured. So when we get together both our illnesses are cured”“When were you last ill mom?”“The day before yesterday, at night, and your papa was very ill too, so we cured each other twice. And now let me try curing you”With that she lay down besides me and said, “Come on come up above me and face me”. I did that. She held. It’s not real. That isn’t happening, you say to yourself, or didn’t happen to someone, not really, not those images. Viewing photographs and projected images of tortured and dead bodies — real tortured and dead bodies — was simply more than I could take. I excused myself. The rest of the table decided that, after this extreme thirty or thirty-five minute period, perhaps a break was in order. Flying into the men’s room inside the alcove where I’d had intense sexual bliss less than an hour ago, I. Her Multi-Big-O orgasms seemed genuine, perhaps because Fay was more of a slut than her friends and because the clip that had showed next was a threesome / 3-cum double penetration piece. In something like two naked men sandwiched a naked girl whose hands were tied behind her back and whose mouth was filled with one huge cock and her pussy with another."Humpty-Dump Me!" was all Fay said as the 16 year-old slut grabbed her sopping wet, bald crotch and struggled to explain her inner-slut. As I was about to stop peeing, I noticed a new sensation. I got a tingling feeling on my balls, and my doodle started sticking out more than usual. It felt nice too. I was still looking at the man peeing out of the corner of my eye as he stopped. And he started to jiggle his doddle with his fringer and thumb wrapped around the base. It was so big, like a fat sausage, it just kind of hung over his big finger and wobbled. I giggled a little bit when he wobbled it. It looked funny. I.