I fucking love it. Your hands fisted in my hair, fucking my face, forcing yourself farther down my throat.....I can feel you stiffen as you get closer...to release....I want to feel you blow all over me. I let the hardness filling my mouth slide out...and take off my mask. I look up at you eyes begging for you....and you oblige me, stroking yourself until your sweet hot cum sprays across my face. You keep pumping, spurting across my breasts...I open my mouth and suck you deep as you shoot the the. He not only felt up body, but managed to steal a quick suck on a nipple as her outfit slid off.Once everyone was stripped, the girls blindfolded dad and I and sat us down on the sofa. Then I started feeling hands caressing all over my body from my shoulders and arms down to my feet. Babs knows that drives me wild especially when I’m blindfolded and there is more than one woman caressing. I felt several hands cradling my balls and gently stroking my very hard cock. Then there was a pair of lips. It did explain some things, and it'strue that I felt way more comfortable dressed like this than I shouldhave, or than I would have right after this happened. However, she waswrong about how I thought women should act. I was never into bimbos andditzes - I wanted my women to be smart and capable and witty andconfident, but also, brazen and sexy and not afraid of their sexuality.I could tell that I was becoming all those things. Hardly the worstfate in the world, though I was still glad it. " Yes, Sir. That's what my dad said to me, too." It's good advice in my mind, too. Now, how do you use this power?"Tommy said, "I listen to people when they talk and how they feel as they talk. Sometimes, the words don't match the feelings. Sometimes, they do. I do the same thing when someone interacts with me. Listening with my mind when I kiss April or hold her hand has taught me how to do things in a way that she enjoys them more. I've learned that I can hold her hand in a certain way that.