The sensations were out of this world, better than anything I could ever have imagined.Sliding a hand beneath your bum, I lifted you to meet me. The s...nsations were incredible, so intense that I knew I would not last long. I could feel your thighs twitching, tensing underneath me. I pushed deeper, and as time stood still, those few inches felt like a mile, it seemed forever before my pelvic-bone met yours. I wanted the sensations to last forever, but anxiety gripped me, it was too much. I knew. Once again, he moved his glass from hand to hand so he could stroke first Mom’s leg and thigh and then mine. The conversation eventually led to our trip to Europe. Mom apologized for not asking sooner but we understood the distraction. As Tim and I relayed a summary of the events from Europe, we were clearly getting more aroused as we gave just general details. I assured Mom we would discuss several activities in much more detail in days to come.With the bottle nearly empty we were surprised by. .Punt was kneeling there crying as his balls became hotter and hotter. Upstairs I was watching tv.....the basement was both secure and soundproofed so nothing Teri did to her slave was a bother. Teri went into her bedroom and returned totally naked! I could only stare at her sexy little 17 year old body, I mean she was my daughter, but fuck, she was hot!! "You don't mind if I'm naked do you?" she asked. "Its really warm downstairs...and I know it drives Punt insane to see me like. For future Dr Mullens and future victims of same, I dedicate these pages. August 9th; Remembrances. My name was, is, George Stanton, the younger of two male children born to Albert and Dorothy Stanton of Yorkshire county. With a tousle of light, almost white, blonde hair and a lean masculine face, I was a standout next to my elder brother with his dark ruddy complexion and almost Romanesque honker. Mother and Father were both instructors at the local school, teaching us that through knowledge.