B names. Be names. Her well-read mind thought of Hamlet’s soliloquy and ‘Wherefore art thou Romeo’, and shifted to the Brownings and ‘How I do...love thee and am busily counting the ways’, and inspiration struck. B could be the perfect Byronic hero: Byron himself. Sucking her teaspoon absentmindedly, V realized that a good old fashioned romantic hero might be just the thing for a tired evening after work. As the day’s heat leached away, V drew a bath and thought very warm thoughts. Byron would be. Ramming my cock in and out of his mouth, he choked on it a few times, but adjusted to it and I continued to shove it in and out of his mouth. My cock head swelled up filling with cum and at long last I blasted out a large load of cum while I was buried deep in the kids mouth and throat. He swallowed hard and fast a few times, and I fell back exhausted. Jimmy than released me and turned and laid his head upon my chest, and drew my arms around him and we both fell asleep. Jimmy. “Ohhh, that is sooo good!” I sucked on that nipple for a couple of minutes and then straightened up again. Simultaneously, Jenny placed her leg over mine to turn toward me. I seized the opportunity to reach under her skirt and feel the tops of her stockings. She moaned. A clear green light. I moved my hand higher and her kisses became even more heated, her arms holding me even tighter. There---bare, wet, soft lips. More moaning. I rubbed, explored and finally inserted my middle finger deep into. 'Eat it.' I said, pushing her onto the floor. 'When I come back in ten minutes, I want that floor to be spotless.' Her little face puckered up ready to cry but I had already gone, slamming the door to her cry. I lay on my bed rubbing myself as I listened to her weep. It made me feel powerful. People say it's perverted and they are right. But man, I felt powerful. When I went back in the room after ten minutes, she was lying on the floor in the shit crying. I felt a pang of anger, and then I.