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It was exquisite and yet it was soul crushing. I think it was supposed to make me feel brave ... and it sort of did. I could feel her touch lingering ...n me, like a tiny anchor now roped onto my soul to protect it, hopefully, under the rough and dangerous seas that I was sure were now coming."Be brave." She said with a small but penetrating voice that cut through my fear and the outside wind and rain like a crisp new windshield wiper upon wet glass. "You promised me your physical pain to protect. She had plugged ear phones in her ears and was slowly moving her legs and fingers at the tune of some music. I knew she liked to listen to classical music with drinks whenever she was relaxed. I found a bottle of blue label along with half filled goblet lying on the side table. “Mom” I called her softly from the back. She didn’t hear me as she was engrossed in music. I moved towards other side and was surprised and enthralled to see the beauty of a true goddess. Mom was stark naked, reclining. " She said."Wait you remember everything?" Asked Beth.Kate nodded. "Yes. There are some blank spots and everything felt like an out of body experience like I was half floating but I remember everything." She said. Not willing to answer any more questions Beth quickly padded out of the room towards the bedroom and whatever special outfit she had there.Beth and I watched her go, and for the first time I noted the look in Beth's eyes as something strictly platonic. I wasn't the only one thinking. Between the pounding of her Dad’s cock in her cunt, the friction on her clit, his fondling and kneading on her tits, and the insistence of his tongue’s demand, Patty almost felt overwhelmed. Her breath came in small, ragged gasps, and that tingling sensation in her clit migrated throughout her entire crotch, then shot down to her toes and up to the top of her head, filling every part in between. Within seconds, her orgasmic pleasure burst all through her in a riotous spray of colour, light, and.
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