Before I could make up my mind, the final squirt oozed from the member and it slipped out of my mouth. All I was left with was a mouthful of cum and a... overpowering desire to swallow it. Giving in to it, I let the spicy nectar flow down my throat.The taste stayed with me long after the final drop was gone, but I barely even noticed. Sucking Spot’s cock had turned me on beyond all previous limits and I now craved the feel of his member inside me. Unfortunately, this fantasy was incredibly. The pond was my favorite place to relax as a kid. I would sit under the huge oak tree and just think about everything that came to my mind at that age. The time spent in the car flew by, and the next thing I knew, we were pulling down that familiar dirt road that I had not seen in five years. There was the fence that the horses roam in, the stables, the barn, and the huge house my Aunt Dot and Uncle Frank have owned since 1954. Dot and Frank are my mother's aunt and uncle. They have seven. Lauren was squirming against his face, the sensation from Mikey’s touch bringing her close to orgasm.He kept this up, slowly circling Lauren’s clit, not wanting this slow, middle of the night encounter to turn into anything too frantic.Lauren’s hips bucked into Mikey’s face as her knees clamped his head harder. She ground her pussy hard against his face as she came, letting out gentle moans as the orgasm swept through her.“Oh Mikey,” she said softly. “That was so romantic.”She ushered Mikey up. Usually I borrowed a novel from the romance section to get inspiration for my own book, but this morning there was only one book in the whole store I had any interest in. I sat down in my chair and flipped the tome to the front cover. Inside was an inscription that looked like it wasn't written in ink, but as if it was burned onto the page."To those who play with fire they cannot hope to contain," I read aloud. I didn't understand what the inscription had meant but I had the strangest urge to.