What are you doing, slave? Prestira asked, her tone imperious, her eyes glinting with an amused smirk. Making you feel good, Mommy. I replied in earne...t, eyes displaying no deception, There’s a side of your sexuality you haven’t explored to the fullest, I’m helping you do that.My newfound lesbianism? Prestira laughed in my mind. Your little asshole. I replied, slowly feeding her more of my own sensations. Prestira’s smile faded from her pleasure-stricken face. This is how anal makes you feel?. I knew I was pregnant, and I wanted Clint to commit to me. I hadn't told him yet, but I think he suspected it.But he got duded up that night and was gone before I had a chance to talk to him about it. I made up my mind that I was going to wait up and have it out with him. Either he was with me, and our baby, or he wasn't.It was 3 in the morning when I heard him come home. He kind of stumbled in, then he stopped when he saw me sitting on the tiny sofa that was about all the seating there was in. She splayed her tongue across my forehead, grazing it across my bald sphere. Back again and again, tasting me as a feline would a bowl of warm milk. With my head now resting in her palms, her tongue feast carried through to my cheeks, my jaw… my nose. The dripping pulp of tongue engulfed each of my eye sockets… I yelped in wonder, having never been kissed like this before. I simply couldn’t believe a person found me to be so gratifying. Feeling that boiling saliva and pressing organ of speech. Seth was amazed at his father — there were thoughts there that he'd never even had.Seth could feel his father's impatience, his wish that Sarah would go to bed already, and his frustration about not being able to just send her to her room. He had a thought about how much he wanted his kids back in school so that he could fuck Sandy wherever and whenever he wanted, just like he did when they were gone. The guilt that thought gave him was somewhat alleviated by the sight of his wife bent over,.