She kept up a nice smooth rhythm which she knows is the only way I’ll come in her mouth. Normally, she’ll suck my cock in a more teasing fashion a... foreplay, then we’ll have sex as the main event. But occasionally she likes to take my load in her mouth and it’s obvious that this is what she intended to do now. Only this time, my cock wasn’t playing the game. It felt fucking fantastic, but I felt unable to come. I just couldn’t reach that sweet point of release! Fuck! She’d been fingering. Anyway, when I had Michael completely dressed in this thing, he lookedlike about the most scrumptious piece of cheesecake you ever set eyeson. Sheer glistening hosiery went up his legs, held up by frillygarters, and I managed to squeeze high-heeled ruby-red slippers on hisfeet. His false chest strutted and jiggled saucily in front of him, andhis cute round bottom swayed and swished naughtily behind, made morenoticeable by the fluttering feathers on the back of his belt. He wasjust so cute. I think they will."Sarah began to squirm. Michael had begun to fondle Amanda's tits. Suddenly Amanda said, "I want to be the victim downstairs. Don't be gentle!" We all looked at her with surprise.She had always loved the sex but asking us not to be gentle meant that she would be spanked and whipped. It wouldn't be permanent but she would be marked. Michael said, "Are you sure?"She grinned and said, "Painfully sure!" He squeezed a nipple hard and she moaned, "Now! Come on!"As we went. I wassure my bedwetting was the reason my parents were no longer together andeach morning's failure made me feel worse.It reached a crisis when my best friend invited me to a sleepover. Ialways refused in the past but he was insistent so I convinced my mom.At bedtime, his parents made a spot for me in his room and I decided Ihad to tell my friend about my nightly problem. We were only eight yearsold and in our minds, it made sense that instead I would take a blanketand sleep on the back.