"Oh, my God! I’ve never felt anything like that before. I didn’t know anything that intense could happen. Oh, God! I’m still going! What have yo... done?" she said, panting like she'd just run ten miles."I made you cum with my mouth. I ate your pussy like you wanted," I replied. "And as soon as you are ready, I'll do it again." Oh, my. I don't know if I'll ever recover," she gasped."Why don't you move up onto the bed and stretch out?" I suggested. She did so, weakly. I climbed onto the bed and. During a two week period they would spend ten days with Irene and four with John; in practice every second weekend and one fixed day - in our case Wednesday - every week. Holidays and birthdays and what have you were handled according to an elaborate schedule. To us it seemed complex; to the authorities it was completely standard - there are thousands and thousands of families whose relations are sorted out that way.And after a bit of adjustment it worked very well for us too. Crèches and. My collection of panties went into the back of my drawer, replaced once more with boxers. I didn't quite have the heart yet to throw them out but I knew that day would come. Three dial-and-hang-up phone calls later, I even managed to make an appointment to have my tattoo removed.By now, my own mental reaction to what I'd been doing, how I'd been acting, and what I'd found myself contemplating doing for Miss had changed from excited, fearful anticipation to unbelief - almost to a kind of disgust. She reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone showing me her number I entered it into mine. Instead of letting her go I took her into the bathroom. I walked in and pulled my pants down letting my dick hang out."Suck" I told her she dropped to her knees engulfing my head, then the rest. I could tell she wasn't very experienced because she kept letting her teeth graze my tip when she came back. Her mouth was so warm, wet, and willing to take my whole shaft. She pushed pass her gag reflexs and.