Looking across at Stan Madge said “you know what you have to do Stan, Its almost a family tradition. My father fucked their mother and me until we m...ved out, my Mum cried at first as her drunk cunt of a husband deflowered us, but then helped out by making sure nobody got hurt”. “Too late to deflower her cunt Stan, take her arse she’s ready for that step,” said, Madge. “Aren’t you baby”, looking at the young girl standing naked cum dripping from her face again.“No,” said a voice at the door, her. My fingers gently stroke and caress and squeeze his rigid hardness, that one aspect of human anatomy belonging to only forty-seven perfect of the world’s population, yet it allows the minority to have such power over the majority. As I fondle that anatomy with my fingers and caress it with my eyes, I am all too aware of its symbolism. I am also very keenly aware of its power, surging behind the symbolism, gathering behind the hair-thin dam and waiting to unleash its fury upon or within me. I. She was going to get her kicks from this stud or know the reason.What he did next surprised her. Not the way he licked his lips or the way his hands trembled--she expected those. But he got up and rustled through a low cabinet until he came out with a jar."Honey," he told her."What ever for?"And then she found out. His fingers quickly stripped her panties off her. She sighed. One of these days she'd get to use them--they weren't crotchless for nothing. But when he poured the honey all over her. So I signaled steve to remain absolutely still for a few seconds..all the onlookers were on their toes to see whether we would win or lose..I very slowly moved now and tried to bring up that chunk up.. I succeeded at it but the chunk was over his closed lips.. there was a chance that he could eat it.. but a higher risk that it would fall off,.. besides I knew that I could feel his lips closer upfront.. so I signaled my eyes at him to stay still.. I then slowly opened my lower lip and luckily.