Her hand wrapped around the shaft and began wanking me as her lips and tongue played with the tip. That did it. I felt the rush and tried to warn her ...ut it all came out jumbled. Unlike Julia, Pamela didn't pull back. As I blasted my cum, she sucked it down until I was wasted. She gave my shrinking cock a last kiss and sat up, a smile on her face."How was that?" she asked me."Pamela, how did you learn that?" I asked."I'll take the fifth," she said with a smug smile. "My turn." She pushed off. "My defiant darling! That was very brave,and also very sensible. It's as I've always suspected, you'remarvelous! Strong enough to handle nearly anything! A natural!"A natural what? She didn't say. Instead, obviously feeling goodabout herself and me, almost humming aloud, she wandered over tothe mail, examined it, left the bills for me to pay, picked up herpackage, and carried it up into our bedroom. Ten minutes latershe'd emerged wearing her 'at-home' loose slacks and sweatshirt andgone. ‘So what will you do with me now that I’m in such a vulnerable position, hm?’ Reval smiled, reaching out, brushing a hand along her face, ‘I’m going to twist your frail mind around my finger…’ He’d not wait for a response, releasing a wave of pain from his hand directly to her head. Sandra tried her best to stay conscious, the soft warmth of his hand sharply contrasted by the immense pain. Darkness swam at the corners of her vision and pain consumed her every thought. The last wavering image. It was one of these lazy Sundays, when nothing much happens. I donned the lycra. 'Off to visit my mum,' I told Jeff. 'Want to come?' 'Uh, no, no thanks. I've got the, emm, grass to cut.'I smiled. Jeff was scared of my mum. She could be quite forceful in her opinions, and considered Jeff a bit' lightweight'. 'Make sure it's done when I get back,' I said, as I mounted my bike. 'Or there'll be trouble.' Jeff waved a languid hand, not really listening. I set off on the ten mile journey. The feeling.