Maybe if I went to him and asked him if he’d thought it through what he was asking the boy to do,” she said.“Absolutely not! If you did, we’d ...e back to the way it was after the fiasco at the wedding,” he said.“No, he gets to make decisions just like us. We are not going to gainsay the man on any subject where the children are not in actual immediate physical danger. And even then; he will be listened to and respected,” said Owen. She nodded, but it was clear that she was not in agreement with. The boy's hair wasdamp, thickets of blonde darkened by sweat and pasted against his brow; hischest was splotchy and flushed, his stomach moist. This was to be his sixthtime giving milk tonight; the man marveled at the boy's stamina.The stimulation necessary to extract his semen was by necessity nowconducted in waves of intensity. The man did not guess how long thisexercise had been going, but it appeared to be nearing its carefully guidedapogee. Motion within the proboscis blurred, fervent. Then, growing bolder as the itch of lust increased in every atom of her young body, she released her breasts and slid her hands down over her smooth, flat tummy, her fingers finally coming to a halt on either side of his hotly nibbling mouth.Her fingertips stroked tenderly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs and then moved in to slowly spread apart the fleshy pulsing lips of her moistly throbbing cuntal furrow, allowing his eager probing tongue complete access to the thin,. "Your cock's leaking Henry. Do you think you've got an awful lot of cumstored up in your balls?" "I guess." "It must hurt to have such a big, stiff prick and to have your balls allswollen with a backed-up load of cum. Do you often have to jack off severaltimes in a row, Henry, to make your cock feel better?" "Yeah." Margaret tightened her fingers around his cock base. Then she startedfisting his meaty prick organ fast and hard, staring at the tip of his cock,watching the cum.