Iscooched myself onto the couch and fell into a fetal position on my side,staring back at the fireplace now, the pretty, dancing flames sodangerous an... warm...I was scared of a feeling - a real love entering me. A love for him andfor my place in our relationship, as his owned masochistic slut. It wassuch a beautiful feeling, to be accepted for all my faults andperversions and needs, and to be able to give him just what he needs fromme, what he wants and has been seeking, finding it in. "You better take your clothes off, you dont want to get paint splashes on them" she said. I obeyed at once pulling off my polo shirt, and dropping my shorts, the hard state of my cock becoming obvious. she looked at them, and said "everything!". I duly dropped my boxer shorts allowing my rock hard cock to spring free, she came closer and took hold of it " oh you are excited" she said, as she gently stroked it up and down. I felt like I was going to cum there and then, the urge was almost. These packs moved with speed, darting between baggage carts and crying children. They lived in a tense equality and controlled chaos: acknowledging their equality, smiling upon each other, but underneath that thin surface, beneath the thin disguise, a palpable hatred, the law of the jungle coexisting with laws of conscience and good will.In Mecca, the will of Allah determined the rules of a society set in place by a single message through a single man who brandished his saber and fought through. She rubbed her pussy while I did that. I told her I wanted to taste her. But she had to keep my daughters panties on the whole time that we fucked. I also told her that sometimes when I'm sniffing my daughter's dirty undies... I shoot a load right into the crotch of some of her clean undies and I put them back. I like the thought of my dried up jizz turning wet again and mixing with my daughters twat juice.gg this picture is my little girl. See what I mean? Look at that. Nice full cocksucking.