"Bitch," the voice said again. Mike didn't reprimand it this time since it was right. She was a bitch. A fucking bitch in fact. Well, fuck her. Wait, ...o. Wrong insult. He sighed, pulling an old shirt over his head, as images of her boobs jiggling while bouncing on the diving board filled his head.How did she always know how to push his buttons so well? Practice maybe. They were always going at each other like that; Mike winning some, Danni winning more. He always managed to get in a few good. "These girls are all young. They are not whores, nor promiscuous though I doubt any of them are virgins. They understand the need, and are willing to help in solving it. They just need the right partner, one that has a powerful Talent, such as yours. You have no idea just how rare you are, and that is why so many will desire to try to get pregnant by you. Please, help us!!" she begged in distress."Let us think about this, Grandmother," I asked. "This is a very hard concept for us to accept. We. The most beautiful, exciting erotic sight she had ever seen. It felt so good in her hand, like warm silk over a rigid pole. He kissed her and bent her head towards his cock. With her tongue roving the underside of his shaft, Z felt the surge of seamen travel its path. As Z took him in her mouth, he exhaled a long, whispering sigh and lifted his knees to spread his legs further apart. His cock expanded and contracted. He bucked upwards and spurted cum across her tongue, shots of. I feared I would end up wanting her again. My mother had cooked all my favorite food, and I ate all of it. I spent the evening unpacking with the help of my mother and settling down in my room. My mother had so much to talk about. By the time she finally said goodnight and left my room, it was well past 1 am. I was so tired, I fell asleep immediately.Two hours later, I found myself waking up with a very bad headache and completely wet boxers. I was too exhausted to move until I realized I had.