"do you want to cum bitch?" she said quietly, and knowingly."That is your decision Mistress" he replied, "not mine" good boy" said Mistress Jacqueline...as she removed Mikes hood.Mike gasped as he saw his Mistress had, at some point, removed her trousers. She moved slowly to the couch and stepped up onto it, leaning against the wall, pushing he's ass out towards Mike. "Lick my ass you bitch" she said sternly, pulling her cheeks apart to give Mike a nice full view, knowing that it will cause him. They'd said that the games (outside of the tension-filled 1-0 Mets victory in Game Two) had been pretty prosaic affairs.With all these home fans screaming for us -- many of them not even yet born when Baltimore had last won a World Series -- high drama would have been something to remember.Well, it started out dramatically enough. After four innings, neither club had gotten a base runner, much less a hit. Mutual perfect games going. Now, that would have satisfied even the most jaded baseball. My Mama told me that Charles’s father, Emmet Tate, had been a few years older than she and seduced by his charm and good looks and wealth. And they both swore never to let the truth be told to me and Paul for they didn’t think we’d become childhood sweethearts instead of just being friends. When Charles and I met up at the bench one hot summer’s day by the swamp where the alligators laid still on the bank of the swamp or slithered through the water to catch prey he told me he demanded the. I was concerned and opened the door to see my daddy stroking his cock and white stuff shooting out if it! I could not help but stare as he finished shooting sperm out on the floor.I quickly left the room and went to my bedroom. We did not talk for the rest of the night. Before I feel asleep I started to rub my pussy. It was so wet and my fingers felt better than normal. I closed my eyes and saw my daddy stroking his cock and cumming! My hips jerked and my pussy climaxed as that scene repeated.