I want it to be a sight you’ll remember forever!”“I caved; let her take my shirt off, only to have her torment me further by scratching my chest...and nipples with her fingernails of one hand and rubbing my hardon with the other. Eventually, and I mean it took her quite a while to get to this point, she knelt at the side of the bed still fully dressed and pulled the veil over her face giving her an angelic look. Only then did she free my cock from its confining underwear.”Borelli looked at Mark. But it wasn't just the zest of Tommy's cream that was exciting me, It was the portrayal of being so slutty for my young son's cum. Purely a i****tuous, depraved, and in my mind a erotic act!My intension wasn't to involve my innocent little Tommy in lascivious behavior with his dirty, dirty mother. So I kept my craving for his cum from him, (not that he would understand anyway)!Over the next couple of years my ritual would consist of hunting and gathering. When opportunity would permit, (usually. He had to willfully resist demonstrating even the subtlest preference towards those to whom he was intellectually or physically drawn. Failing that, he knew he would lose all credibility with those selfsame people, as well as all others. With regard to her, this was no small effort. He not only wanted to look to her often during class, but stare at her, to gaze uninterrupted at her full breasts, her incredibly sensuous and plump lower lip, the delicate pale whorl of her small ear when she. Resolving to do this, he climbed back into the coach to see if he could render any assistance to either of the ladies.Mrs. Johnson had still not regained consciousness and the other two were becoming concerned. Stan pulled the cushions, such as they were, from the seats and placed them on what was now the floor of the passenger compartment. He then carefully arranged Mrs. Johnson on them to be as comfortable as possible. Fortunately, the canteens which the stagecoach management provided for the.