I proceeded to wrap my mouth over the head of his thick cock, taking him deeper into my throat, my eyes closed, my lips salivating as I recalled the e...joyment of another older man I had relieved during my teenage years. He eventually began thrusting his body into my salivating mouth. He came quickly after with a sperm load I had never received. I swallowed most of it as he thrust into my throat but when his thrust would be outwards his cum would spill from my mouth onto my thighs and the toilet. Thank you, Steve. I hate 'togetherness' around the toilet.There was a slight pause as he removed the rubber, then a tinkle of water and a flush. He came back into the room carrying a towel, his cock shining with the residue of his cum from inside the rubber."Would you clean me off, please, Charlene?"Holy shit, what is he asking me? Does he want me to dry him with the towel or does he mean for me to suck his cock clean? The rubber was not to prevent me from becoming pregnant; that's not a. Miss Summers had always been jealous of Miss Coe’s right to discipline the girls so she had taken a cane home with her one time not so long ago and had practiced on a cushion although never thought she would actually get the opportunity to use it on a bottom. Now she was and it was Miss Coe's bottom and it looked so inviting she felt goose bumps on her arms as she rubbed the cane backwards and forwards across her bottom.Miss Coe took a deep intake of breath when she felt the cane being rubbed. He would lie on the beach and stare at the gulls, admiring their sleek bodies and boundless energy. He loved to hear their cries... Jim's mind flashed forward years into the future. He was with Cindy and Isabelle at their arctic room. A'moth had been gone for eight years and Gary for five. Jim's son Kyle was now four years old. The arctic complex was monitoring Kyle closely, and it touched Jim's heart to see his son taking after him. Kyle would sneak out of his pen at night during the migration.