One thing those initial days did was introduce my future bride to the wonders of blue jeans and soft sweaters. Mom loved to wear them in the valley, a...d River soon was similarly garbed. Trunk was taken with the blue jeans, but couldn't understand my devotion to t shirts. The approaching winter season soon had me switching to sweaters myself, and those, especially the heavy cotton style I preferred, were more to Trunk's liking.The approach of winter brings a sense of peace and serenity with it. “Agreed. Emily’s right, too. I’m not up to being a matriarch, at least not in the sense of the final authority or head of any family. Looks like it’s a patriarchy instead, with my son as our fearless leader,” Mom said as she blew me a loving, if somewhat chaste kiss (bear in mind that she was naked except for an apron and her fine ass was on display)...I got the impression that she was still a bit torn up or shaken by the fact that she had been intimate with me while we were drugged ... it was. At that point the master returned with what looked like a giant ice cube. “Here you go 61, it takes around an hour for a pint of cum to thaw, so I’ll be back with another one in and hour, and your last another hour after that. ‘Oh my god! Thought Andy, I’m not going to have to produce 3 pints of cum, I’m going to have to drink 3 pints of cum!’ The master then put the pint of frozen cum into the funnel. Finally he put a set of ear defenders on Andy and blindfolded him. He then left Andy with no. It's nice to have something different. He fucks me a lot harder and dirtier than you do. I guess I really like that." I asked her if she would like it if I fucked her more like that. She said, "Sure-sometimes" I asked her if she wanted to try it right now. She said she doubted if I had anything left. I told her to try me. She said okay, and lay back on the bed with her legs spread. The sight of her cunt dripping another mans seed made my cock get hard again, hard enough to fuck her with. I put.