"Oh, God," she cried. "That was great. Della, you're great." You tasted good," I told her, and I felt myself blush under my smile. "It turned me on."S...e grinned again, and I leaned over to push my lips against the leather string of her necklace."I like this," I admitted. "It's not hard at all." I kissed her neck and the lobe of her ear, and then I found my way back to her mouth.Between kisses, she said, "It's your turn, now."A shiver went through me at the thought of what this experienced woman. What she wanted was to feel his arms around her and his lips pressed to hers.She felt his dick start to lengthen in her hand, and marveled at the wonder of the organ. He emitted a tiny moan. Good, she was getting to him. She wanted him to want her so much he'd beg. She'd lied a minute ago. David's wasn't the first dick she'd seen, but it had been fairly dark before when she'd seen the other one. She'd touched that one, too, took it in her hand, and squeezed it, and it had jerked all at once and. And now her parents are yours, too,” Marcy confessed to me with a wink.“That we are, and we deeply regret what we did to our sweet girl, too,” Cherry assured us all.“That we do. Though it turned out well enough, it’s the wrong way to treat one’s flesh and blood for sure. All for the same cult that repressed my old sexuality. Until I was transformed by you, good sir, I was as gay as the day was long, and it was wrong for the Mormon Church to expect me to be less than my true self. I will always. Oh no, she had no time for anything, for thoughts, for reactions, for resistance. Her body melted and all strength and power dissipated instantly as all she could see, think, breathe even, was white hot pain. She screamed aloud or bit into the skin of her lips so endearingly, each taste delivering a bittersweet concoction of her own salty tears and the mingled dried creamy cum of her instructors. She was removed from the world, removed from the room, but most importantly, removed from.