. delicious, but whose cum is that I’m tasting now?” Steve dared to ask.“Never ask that! Never dare to ask that again! It’s not your place to ...uestion your new duties, such as cum-slurping from my snatch and Jilly’s. And our asses, of course! Among others! Just shut up and get busy eating me out! So, Neal, what do you think about some celebrity girlfriends or plural wives or concubines or whatever? Or maybe I can conjure your favorite fictional ladies and make them real and live, in the flesh!. She reached down behind her and took my balls in her hand, squeezing them gently with the rhythm of her rocking hips. She was gasping gently and then started to moan with me as she continued to rock slowly against him.She then raised her hips, and began to ease up and down my dick; her wetness was now running down on me. We were both moaning loudly together, all inhibitions are gone as she pumped me again and again. She then released my balls and slid down between my buttocks. As her finger. I looked down at my hard on, throbbing and bouncing up and down, hitting my stomach as if it had a mind of it's own. My glances went from my cock to her breasts. I didn't, couldn't, say a word. "Oh you dear boy, you dear, dear boy." Her hand was still there, stroking me softly. Her nipples were now so hard, I expected them to tear through her dress. She looked at my naked body, then at her breasts and then in my eyes. There was an almost angelic smile on her face. All was perfect. I slowly. My journey was tedious as travel always is, and need not be described.I pick up the history of my enquiry when the horse and trap I engagedfrom the station pulled up in front of Collingwood Hall, where thelady of the house emerged to meet me in person.I had not seen Lady Collingwood for several seasons, so I can reportwith pleasure that after ten years of marriage she is still anexceptionally handsome woman. Furthermore she is one who knew how tocarry herself in such a way as to make the best.