Would you put it back in for me? Please?"Mother moved like Boris Karloff doing Frankenstein's monster as she approached mine. (Frankly, it's not quite...as big as I hint, but a little exaggeration never hurt a porn story, did it?)Mother's trembling hands were on fire as she took me in a firm grip and guided me back to home, sweet home.Betsy sank down to the root with a sigh. "Thanks, Mom. It's absolutely, exactly what I wanted. Maybe Mr. Long would fuck you, too, if you ask him nicely. Won't you,. . I'd say just be aware of the mood and do what feels right at the time."Her face seemed to indicate continued frustration with my answer. "Well, like how much tongue do you think I should use? ...I started dating this guy, and-"I couldn't keep a straight face, and chuckled."What's so funny?" she asked, with a curious smile. Then she continued, apparently slightly offended, "Don't act surprised Brian. You're totally jealous. I was hoping you could give me a few pointers about kissing."My cock. Whereas Zain was dark haired with tanned skin and dark brown eyes. Zain, as any male would, sometimes fantasised about how Katie’s body would look such a contrast to his tanned body during sex. Katie also had a similar fantasy that involved watching his hard cock pulsing in and out of her tight pussy. The sun was beating down on the pair as they walked back from the shops together one afternoon. They were chatting and Katie was swinging her shopping bags as she walked. They approached their. I walked to the window, took a deep breath and pulled the curtains apart. I don’t know if anyone saw me, as it was dark outside, but I must have been on full display to the whole street, as our bedroom lights were on. After what seemed like ages, D said “Good boy, you can close them now, but let that be a lesson to you. You are my slave, and you do not do anything without my permission”. “Now, let’s have that inspection, come here”. I closed the curtains and returned to the bed, standing before.