However,even if I did not enjoy it -- even if I hated it entirely -- I wouldsacrifice my own happiness and dreams for those of my baby, and continueon...this path." Do you love Jerzy?" Yes, Father, I do. I know that it is a sin for me to love another man,but I do not feel that way. He is a good man, and would be a good parentfor Mary-Ellen and would be a good husband to me. I think we both needhim and I am sure that I have a large enough supply of love to share withhim as well.The probing. ?Yes!? She hollered inwardly. Then faster and faster thetails swiped continuously as he windmilled the strands over and over. Atthis very moment, everything else was secondary compared to what washappening. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this. It waslike an inner self had suddenly awakened from a life-long slumber.Imagine this, here?s a big-time executive and CEO of her own company gettingher pussy whipped by someone she?d met over the Internet six months ago.Could she even. "Why" was all the bitch would repeat over and over like an owl with a learning disability.I'm not one to triffle with, especially in this heat so I screamed yet again, "Okay, you fucking lunatic, I'll ask one final time ....where do you live?"She snarled like Jean-Paul Belmondo in "Breathless" before, "I keep telling you. ..I live in Why...Arizona. It's a real place. Look it up, Rand McNutty!" Oh," was my witty retort.That lengthy, circuitous discussion did remind me, for some reason, to. Her back arched a final time. She let out a throaty moan and then her shoulders slumped. She panted and then stumbled back from me, wrenching her pussy from my mouth. I panted, cunt juices dribbling down my throat. Her head shook as she bumped into the table, planting her hand on it as she fanned her face.“Oh, wow, you're good at that,” she said.“Thanks,” I said, my cheeks burning, my face on fire.“So, you keep being a good, little pussy licker, Maria, and I'll help your daddy overcome his.