I’m going to die of orgasms!’ I laugh at that. What a way to go! That’s how I want to die. Master reaches around and start rubbing her clit agai.... She squeals. A minute later she screams and tenses again. Master keeps pounding her ass. She starts to cum again about every minute and a half. After six more orgasms, I think Master is close to cumming. He grabs her hair in his free hand and pulls her head back. His face is really red and he’s breathing hard. He apparently pinches her clit again and. I want to fill your little ass with my cock and make love to you all night."If only I could have, but I soon reached sensory overload and shot off again and again into that forbidden tunnel. We then fell asleep with me still cupping mother's breasts and my now shrunken cock still in her rectum, though barely.It must have been about 9:00 next morning when the power came back on. We lingered in bed another hour waiting for the cottage to heat up. Mother made us coffee, lit a cigarette, and we sat. The backup singers and instrumentalists appeared to be five young people, some of whom struck her as too young to be in a place that served alcohol. The lead singer, on the other hand, was an attractive older blonde woman with a wonderful voice. Somehow she seemed to make the rather banal songs come alive. Marilyn caught herself smiling and keeping time to the music.During one pause, a waitress had delivered her a drink."I didn't order this," she had protested."Compliments of the lady," the. It was like a small being sat in her throat, blocking her words, with all the tiny determination it could muster. She went to sit down next to James, in the grass. He showed her the pictures he had taken. There were a few of her, a dot in the ocean, and many of the landscape, breathtaking in today’s light. When they got to the last picture, and accidentally went back to the first photograph, which showed Ester laughing in winter clothes, her hair in a braid and hands in gloves. James looked up.