She looked out over the crowd, then turned to me with her hands raised for quiet, again.“They seem to think, or wish to think, that you are our belo...ed Celina. Celina … is a story that has been passed down from mother to daughter over generations and generations and generations. When my grandmother was a little girl in her village, the oldest woman in the village only knew the story as told to her by her mother who was told by her mother. Nobody knows how far back the story goes.” The people. She was, after all, carrying eight loads of semen by this point.“Alright, wife, let's see what you've got left for your husband,” I said.“For you, darlin', everything,” she replied in a fake Southern accent. Then, in her own voice, she added, “See if you can give me another multiple orgasm like that. If you can I will do anything you want for a month.”I laughed. “You always do anything I want,” I pointed out.“True. Use your imagination then, try to come up with things you think I won't. “You wouldn’t dare”, Susan said. “That’s it I’m doing it”, I said. I reached for my pants and Susan jumped off me screaming all the way to her bedroom. I never talked to Amy until the next day. I was able to because mom got Susan to leave the house. It was mom’s day off, she wanted to talk with Susan about the privacy between Amy and I. “I would have called yesterday but you know who had the phone tied up then. Every time she hung up she was either dialing another number or the phone. So, she switched on the torch of her mobile and saw my guy for few moments. I asked her how is he? She said he is brownish, solid and like a rock. I told her to love him and she took him completely out and started to stroke. It was the first time in my life such a thing was happening. I was in heaven, he grown to full strength. She was stroking so fast with her soft hands that I thought I may come at any moment. To my sudden surprise, she went down and kissed on my red cherry and slowly sucked.