She took every drop; he could feel her swallowing load after load that shot out of the head of his probing cock. As his orgasm subsided, she pulled ba...k off his cock and began to swirl her tongue around his bulbous cock head. The sensation was indescribable; it sent electrical sensations of both ecstasy and almost pain to his receptors.Ravi had laid down on top of his mother, her breasts now cushioned against his chest as everyone tried to catch their breath. Mom had taken hold of Aravind’s. Plus, although I always found it a sensual smell ever since I read those Laurell Hamilton novels vanilla has been a major turn on for me. As the water was still filling I slowly lowered one foot into the tub, gasping at its heat. Ever since childhood I had preferred nearly scaldingly hot baths – the type where your skin turned red and you became lightheaded from the heat. The water stung my flesh in what seemed like hundreds of places as it came into contact with the broken and bruised skin. ” David didn’t understand. Of course he couldn’t know that Zoe and Sonia both knew Lesley, and that Zoe had been placed in the job just as Sonia had been. “Zoe from HR?” David asked incredulously. “The very same,” Sonia admitted, and continued, “The very HR Manager you tried to blackmail.” Zoe came out of the living room and winked at David. David tried to brazen it out with, “Well it was a set up so I’m leaving.” “OK David,” Sonia said, “But the film of you gets emailed on Monday to everyone.”. . ?... ?Interesting.For the life of me I don't know what's interesting about a middle-class white woman in suburban America.It's not guilt. I just worked that out. I think it's shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the kindergarten barbecue, then maybe it would be guilt. Maybe I could deal with that more easily. Heck, maybe I would have forgotten about it by now. Forgotten about her by now.It was the dream; that's what feels shameful ... even though it.