Pretty, aren't they?" From the denuded balls Sandra heldin her hand and the one scarlet fingernail she used to flick at one of thechest studs piercing...the nipples, the others quickly nodded in agreement. One of the braver of the guests ventured to ask, "What's its name?" Sandra let the genitals drop and stopped her flicking. "A curious one. Slavecalls himself "faibhar" and despite the name he is neither from the MiddleEast, nor some sort of digestive aide designed to keep one regular." She. Tears stung my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower turned on and I slumped to the floor. My entire body was flushed. Dawning on me was the fact that fighting with him turned me on. My panties were drenched and my pussy throbbed. Fighting with him had never turned me on before, why now? Groaning I leaned against the side of the bed. Listening to the shower run was calming me down as I zoned out. I regretted picking a fight over. I certainly know the pleasure of feeling his cume on my face! At least in the cyber sense. One explanation about my submissions: I haven't finished the Katlin/ Missy story, haven't made any postings for a week, because I've been taking time off for my honeymoon. And you may notice that Keith's been pretty busy also. The only new thing he's posted is the love letter to me. And that, nearly blew my "knickers" off. It's possibly the most unique love letter ever written. He's writing it. They busted my balls constantly saying things like: “Your mom is a MILF” or “Your mom is sooo sexy.”Once we arrived at the wedding reception, everyone complimented my mom and how she looked. Guys were constantly staring at her… Both young and old, married and unmarried. The reception was in a dining hall which was also a lavish ball room. The dancing started right after everyone ate. A tall black guy named CJ, who appeared to be a little older than me, began to dance with my mom. From what I.