It was the middle of the afternoon. We’d fucked all night and most of the morning. Wendy had just left the house with an ass full of my cum. I was c...ntent for the moment and not particularly motivated to get up, much less put clothes on.“Why?”“Because shopping is fun, duh! Besides, don’t you want to see me in pretty new things?”“You never have clothes on anyway.”“But, taking them off of me is fun, isn’t it?” She giggled.“True.”“That and you really like ripping my clothes. I’m running out of. I didn’t have to touch my pussy when Mark started calling me his whore mother. It exploded on its own as I yelled for Mark to make me his cum eating whore. Mommy wants to eat her little boy’s load of sperm. Make your mother your cum eating slut I yelled as the first spurt of sperm left his cock head. My eyes were wide open as the first spurt arched out and laid a line of sperm from the left corner of my lip, up my cheek, and then left a pool of sperm on my left eye. More I screamed at him as. I watched the tapes multiple times and never did I hear the mention or offer of safe-words by Mrs. Miller. It was common knowledge to Mrs. Miller that her husband was a diabetic and suffered from erectile dysfunction, that qualifies Mr. Miller as being afflicted with a disability. A movie, like many stories is a work of fiction...art and not subject to the same law as real life.I’m holding my decision in this case in abeyance until the divorce has been finalized. I will say that multiple. We had a pleasant chat.”“One of the fireplaces in the kitchen shares the same chimney. I get my best gossip from that fireplace, and you aren’t to tell the servants or Cooky,” she said, waving her fork at him as a warning.“They are very intelligent beings, aren’t they,” she commented as she stabbed a tiny, round, bright red fruit. She loved these things, and she quickly popped it into her mouth to bite into it and enjoyed the tang as it squirted juice and seeds onto her tastebuds.“Yes, Dragons.