And then stopped again.“Damn horsey ride,” she pouted. “Runs out, just as I am about to get off.”“You want to get off, Carol ... hold on to ...our butt, cause here goes.” Now I started to really slam into her and I was rocking and moving from side to side, making sure she might slip off, so she grabbed my nipples and leaned forward, “Come on horsey, come on horsey ... Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... I’m I’m getting close horsey, is horsey going to ... going to ... I’m ... Rann ... oh my god ... Ran .... ‘But I need to make you feel good now.’ She looked at me and shook her head. ‘You don’t.’ Her gaze was serious, ‘just having you is enough for me. You don’t have to do anything.’ ‘Yes I do.’ I said equally as serious. ‘You just gave me the best blow job of my life.’ I paused in which she smiled a satisfied grin. ‘I need to return the favour or I’ll feel bad.’ She went to argue but I shushed her, ‘Do you remember when we were little and we used to share our sweets with each other, both of us. "Let me go you crazy bitch". I said as I tried to loosen her grip around my silky balls.My mother than slapped my cock with her left hand. It stung for a moment. I grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples."Umm....." she moaned in pleasure. "I like that." Crazy cunt" I cursed and pushed her back.She lost her balance but didn't let go off my balls. She fell back on my bed and I fell on top of her."You are not a man enough to fuck me." she spat at my face."You are not a woman. You are a fucking. Kelvin Marker sent me a message, though. He and Margaret were worried about me. He didn’t say it in so many words, but his inquiry left no doubt about their concern (his, at least). I was simultaneously touched and irritated. I wrote a reassuring reply, thanking them and intimating that the literature Kel had sent me had helped to alleviate my anxieties. Even as I pressed ‘Send’ I felt a gnawing at my entrails that resembled guilt, yet as far as I could judge I’d nothing to feel guilty about. I.