You instruct me to clean my cum off your face - which I do with kisses and my tongue - savouring every taste of me. You then kneel me down slowly on a...cushion and offer me your cock. It still tastes of me and your piss. You again instruct me to lick it clean. I take it in my mouth - caressing your cock with my tongue and lips - the soft gentle flesh in my mouth around your massive hard-on. You thrust backwards and forwards in my mouth - fucking my face for your pleasure. you take your cock out. "Well, I just think it would be easier, you know." Mr. Cartwright stroked my hair, cause a little bit had gotten in my eyes. "So we'll call you Tammy, alright?" I guess," I made a face and looked down."You're very pretty, Tammy," Mr. Cartwright said softly and I looked up at him sharply because I'd been called pretty before and it was always like an insult."No, I'm not," I told him."Yes, you are." He smiled at me, a real one, not a teasing one. "I think you're the prettiest Girl Scout I ever. I know the feeling myself. I guess young guys get horny and take it when they can get it. I suspect women get horny as well. I understand why BB got the hots for you. You are very sexy, Mom." Son, I am showing my age. I surely am not that attractive to young guys like you and BB." You would be surprised, Mom, to find out that a lot of young guys dream of getting it on with an older woman. Young black men think they are not a man until they have made out with a married white woman. I guess BB is. Seeing Kirstin’s car pull up to his apartment, Brian felt a tightening in his chest he hadn’t experienced for some time. The tasks he put his sister to had come in waves, first with an initial rise when he would get a sense of her tolerances for what he wanted to do. This eventually built to the act he wanted her to perform, or something similar to it if she wouldn’t accept the specific favor he wanted, which was the crest of the wave. And finally, the long, slow downward landing back to the.