‘Patience.’ Jaclynn groaned at that word. She so hated to hear it. It was the one feature about herself she knew he hated. She so wanted him on to... of her and in her. Pounding his sweet love muscle into her. With a sigh, she knew she had no choice to be…’patient’. Nestling between her thighs, Jake looked fully into her wet, waiting womanhood. Her smooth shaven features gleamed like fresh snow before his eyes. Her soft puffy labia were a soft pink in the snowy landscape of her skin. Small beads. His hand slipped down to the back of my neck as he leaned his forehead against mine, taking in a deep breath, almost as if to steady himself. And then, it happened. His lips were pressed firmly to mine, moist and warm. My body went rigid in shock and confusion as his lips moved against mine. Slowly I warmed up and found my hands snaking up his chest and my arms wrapping around his neck as I started kissing him back. He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me into his body while the other. My master has given his commands. My body is humming like a tuning fork to each syllable. He coats my ears with the most vulgar of words, only to be transformed into honey within my thoughts. I can feel my body starting to ache; it is a welcome sensation. I feel his fingertips rest upon my shoulder. His tongue traces the curve of my neck sending shivers to ripple across my skin. I inhale deeply the musk of his scent, so strong my pussy moistens. He continues to whisper to me as his hand glides. Do it really hard! Margaret pictured Walters mother on her knees like this, hungrily slurping the tasty stiffness of her own adopted sons prick. The image was arousing to her, she would have to make a point of asking Walter for the details of his incestuous contact with his mother. Then, Margaret again found herself thinking of giving head like this to her own nephew, Henry. It was her most forbidden fantasy, and one that violently aroused her as she considered it now. Margarets cheeks.