Whenever that happens just reach down and either pull it up or push it down, whichever is easier, but don't let it stick straight out. If it embarrass...s you to be handling your penis like that, then make out like you're adjusting your belt or something like that. No one will pay any attention to what you're doing."So this time when my cock started to get hard it was already pointing up laying flat against my stomach and I didn't think any thing was out of the ordinary. I was just enjoying that. Despite having heard her, I was initially at a loss in understanding her."I need it to huuurt, Daddy," she pleaded. I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished. She then reached behind herself, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and opened herself up to me."Not even..., not even spit?" I clarified."Not even spit, Daddy." She agreed.I slowly let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. I had successfully broken her down with my will and was now the one in control. Whether or not. We watched the rest of the show so that mom can rest more. After about an hour mom said she was rested and would like to fuck again. This time I didn't heat mom's pussy with any hot tongue licking because I wanted to be sure she could endure a lot more cock fucking before another orgasm. I thought probably she could because she had already got one orgasm earlier on. I certainly don't want her to lose her sexual appetite before I am really over. I had women who felt satiated, lost their. Charlotte was mine and I was hers, good times, bad times, whatever, from day one to day last. Priscilla said, ‘Let me show you the choir loft, where we sing.’ ‘All right,’ I said, and we went to the back and up the circular wrought-iron stairway. The choir loft was quite generous. Most churches barely gave the choristers room to stand. The balustrade separating the loft from the church was quite high. You couldn’t see up there from pew level. She said, ‘You looked so unhappy, but your wife is.