I wondered, unable to ask, what they were mumbling to each other about because my body and mind were truly fucked up by that time. For a few moments,... I hung in the air with cocks stationary inside me, then they awkwardly began moving, again. This time it was together, both cocks thrusting into my opposing holes, then pulling back and thrusting back in. I orgasmed multiple times before I felt them both erupt, filling both holes. I had cum dripping from my pussy and from my mouth as they. ‘Liquid explosive? That would make the most sense, considering that’s what Al-Qaeda tried to use in airplane attacks. Why would you blow up a church?’ he asked, feigning stupidity. The St. Patrick’s Day Parade was a nationally televised event. There would be more cameras pointed at the church to catch the initial blasts as there were covering 9-11. Not only that, but there were military, political, and police personnel of all ranks and levels. The area might as well have screamed ‘target.’. The very reason he is now cuffed to the bed unable to turn away. He wanted to close his eyes as the man jack hammered his mother with his cock. His mother moaning louder and louder with every thrust. He couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. He watched on as tears rolled out of his eyes not wanting to see the woman he had lusted over being fucked by another man.He watched as his mother arched her back in ecstasy as her orgasm took over and she screamed out in pleasure. Jack was getting close. " I thought to myself.I slipped the knickers to the side of my hairy mound, my hand becoming sticky with my own lubricant, my fingers spreading my cunt just like the girl's in the magazine. My index finger slid easily into my wet hole, and I finger fucked myself slowly, watching my son wanking with my black lace knickers I had worn at work that day, his arse thrusting to meet his fist.I thought briefly about getting my vibrator, and then decided I was too close to coming to stop myself now. As.