Norma collapsed on top of me, my now limp cock still inside her now gooey cunt. She was out of breath and I felt like a porn star for making this olde... lady cum so hard. I told Norma I came inside her, she told me that was okay and that I could cum inside her anytime I wanted. She said she does not let just anyone cum inside her. I was not sure what that meant. I fucked Norma several more times that day. I even stayed the night. I can remember waking in the middle of the night with my cock. The Sinclair band played Waltzing Matilda. Our coaches tried to settle us down and regroup but our mood was such, that if it had not been for their kicker missing the extra point, I believe we would have crossed the field and stuffed some instruments down their players' throats. Waltzing Matilda was Dearborn's song. When they played it to humiliate us it had a meaning; it had tradition, which we had spent a week learning after our loss to Dearborn Military Academy. The Sinclair band had stolen. He is a very distinguished older man who has turned his entire basement into the most elaborate dungeon you could imagine, with a prison cell, cages, hoists, a sling, medical bed with medical restraints, spanking benches, crosses, torture wheel, and two bedrooms right off the dungeon. Robert was a very experienced player, and is well known across the country in the BDSM community. I knew he was bi, and he always flirted with me a little bit when he saw me on my Mistress' leash, but thankfully. ” She leaned over me to kiss Linda, then me, then snuggled in and we fell asleep.We spent the week at work, Linda and I, and Tressa seemed to spend most of her time in the back room, working, sewing, and having a ball. A stereo would be on back there, with the sounds of Taylor Swift, Holly Fields, and countless other pop stars that had music we all enjoyed. Tressa did not lip synch. She sang. I’d have to get her a karaoke collection, just to hear her sing. She had a fantastic voice. She could.
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