A few seconds later I can feel your silky soft pussy hair against my little finger and know I am close. A little more, and my little finger brushes ag...inst the thick, rubbery outer folds of your pussy and I find the moist cleft in your mound, wet and ready. I move my hand in short, little up and down motions, slowly running the edge of my hand gently against your moistened slit. I can feel the warm, soft insides of your girl slit as my little finger moves back and forth between your Pussy. " Next thing I know, they're all apologizing to me. I was dumping them in my wake, and they were apologizing to me!I assured them there was no need ... They assured me there was and that they felt terrible for being so selfish ... That went on for a while.Carol still had to question it, "You're REALLY going to die. Just like someone killed you?" From your point of view, it'll be exactly the same as if I had a peaceful heart attack." But why would you do that? We love you and you love us. You. Going to . .” Yes, mom, YES?! “I'm going to . . tuck you . . in . . tuck you in! - - I'm going to tuck you in!” Mother tilted herself, in that way women have of making the angle just so, and my dick-head did sink within the mouth of her vagina. It sank, (or was it thrust?) another inch, then more into her body. It infiltrated the place I had longed to be, and was so long (6 ½) for, infatuated by, inflamed for, finally in for real!A small withdrawal was preliminary to the primary. Breasts out. Back straight. Arms folded behind me. I am fully exposed, completely vulnerable … just the way you like me to be. Minutes tick by at a snails pace. How long I’ve been here, waiting, I am not sure. I have lost track of time, and now, my legs are going numb. Where is Master? I wondered, shamefully remembering why it is that you have banished me to this solitude.“But …” I whined. I knew my word choice would anger you, and yet somehow I couldn’t help it. It had been almost a week since.