But these words were as nothing compared to what I heard next.Smiling the most sweet and angelic smile, the forty-five-year-old mother of our three ch...ldren gazed down at her handsome boss and told him what she wanted. “I want you to cum on my face, Chris. I want you to mark me, to mark your territory.”My mind raced back to that very first night that our marriage started racing down that slipway to the stormy seas we were now in. When, our agreed rules forbidding full sex, Daryl had insisted on. " I can't seem to get the middle part, and I can't concentrate."Kristy now understood what he meant by his statement, and it made her tingle inside. She wanted to help, but was reluctant to push the issue with him. "Why don't you g upstairs and take care of yourself. Then you can concentrate on your practice." You are probably right." Joe then got up from the bench and made his way to the stairs.Kristy let her curiosity take control of her, as well as her libido. "Do you mind if I watch? I just. I could feel his breath on my thighs and the heat it was generating within me. After some time Rick adjusted his posture. He laid on his back between my legs with the back of his head comfortably snuggled between my legs and my tummy, with his forehead just below my boobs.“Mom use both your hands please.” I started massaging with both my hands. “Just a minute mom let me adjust a bit,” he raised his head and did a slight adjustment. I felt his forehead touch my boobs for a few seconds. Was it. With his free hand he started to massage my breast, the feeling was confusing for me. I could still remember being a man at one time... but still the woman I had become wanted him to continue. Was this how all squaws were treated? Was this what I was to expect for the rest of my life as a captive. He tried to work it so that my head was under the hide but each time he gently pushed me down, I came right back up. He smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. With a strained look on his face he.