She didn't slow down, a natural at swallowing a load, as she milked every last drop of my seed out.I pulled out and complimented, looking down at her,...“You really are perfect!”She looked up at me as her tongue flicked the head of my cock, “Why because I love sucking this beautiful cock?”“That definitely doesn't hurt,” I smiled, pulling her up and kissing her tenderly.Eventually, after a few minutes of tender kissing she broke the kiss and said, “I think I need to go to work.”I said, “Me too, I. Slapping my face while they both took pictures of my lips wrapped around big dicks. I’m so fucking ready to try anything new, to a certain point. Why is it so fucking hard to locate at least one guy that is cool, discrete, drama free, nice size cock, and has almost no body hair? Also, that lives close enough for either of us. I want to meet someone that does not live around here and does not want to. Has his own place where I can meet him and become his sexy little slut. We can also find some. “Mommy wants to hear you say red and red until you can’t take any more. Then I’m going to be so sweet to you honey.”She kissed me again, then moved behind me. She slid the rope around, moving behind me, making unseen adjustments. Then she tossed one end of the rope over the branch of the crooked tree across the long arm of the tree. Erik went over to help her, threading the rope through a metal notch drilled into the branch about seven or so feet from the groundI looked around seeing the crowd. I am assuming you already know some basics, like boiling an egg to a particular solidity?" Um, well, I would have to check, but I presume so. I am only their husband, and new at the job, so I still have to discover things. Isabella is capable of making meals for me, and has done so for some time. Euphemia comes from a higher social level, and has had less need to acquire cooking skills. As a result, she is the main target for the lessons, but I have included myself as I believe there will be.