I stood there with a look of “Did I just hear right?” written on my face. Sally said that besides what had transpired already and what happens the...rest of the weekend that she had a few ideas on how to avoid the cursed seven year itch if either of us should be tempted to succumb to it. While I was getting dressed, Sally sat at her vanity applying make-up.“Look in the top drawer of your dresser sweetie, there’s something there you need for tonight.”I opened the drawer and pulled out a gift. You pull my head back and plunge into my mouth again. You start relentlessly fucking my face. I have no choice but to give up and take it. I have no resistance left and you totally own me. Holding my head at the angle you want, you continue your assault on my throat; I reach up between your legs and find your asshole with my finger. I hear you gasp with pleasure. I push my finger in gently, as your rhythm grows more intense. Suddenly, I feel you tense and know you are cumming. You pull. Her single-minded interest was only on the infant. She was displaying a breast the size of a small watermelon. Maybe a huge water balloon would be a better comparison. It was too large to stand out from her body but it was so full, her large nipple was protruding straight out instead of slightly up as most sagging breasts do. As I was staring, she glanced up at me and smiled. It was a gentle, but radiant smile that seemed to create an aura around her. Amazing how she was affecting me. Even my. "You made it in just fine," he replied, reading that wretched newspaper again. They rode in silence for the twenty minutes it took to reach the doctor's office. Victoria gazed at the scenery, as she thought about the events that happened last night. She wiggled in her seat, as her pussy was warm and getting slick. It gave her the most delicious thrill to say that naughty word, even if she only said it in her mind. The carriage came to a sudden halt, right in front of a grand house. Charles.