She positions me so my back is against the sofa upside down with my legs folded over. I'm staring up at my own cock. She spits on her hand and start... stroking cock. She says, "When you cum I want you to keep your mouth open and swallow every drop." She then starts licking my butthole again and blowing on it. While she's licking my butthole she's stroking my cock down towards my mouth. It was just too much for me to take and I blow my own load straight into my own mouth without thinking. " There is," she says with a surprising sudden smile, "and I own it." Curiosity overwhelming confusion at the sudden mood change, I ask, "What's it?". "It's the Medallion of Zulo," she says. I sit there for a moment, trying to remember the vaguely familiar name. Memory finally kicks in. "That's only a myth!" I shout. "It doesn't really exist." She pulls something out of her purse and shouts back, "It does too exist! Here, it's not a myth," she adds, showing me a tacky looking medallion. As I. She attributed it to the presence of all the elders, but later, after the engagement he took her out, once to a movie, and a couple of times to the beach, but he never was the gay type she had imagined him to be. Sabitha thought he was putting on a show to impress her of his purity. Sabitha had never witnessed such crowds in a non-celebrity wedding as hers was. The couple stood in the reception line for over three hours straight. Both the families came in a convoy of cars to the Five Star. Luckily my father had never pierced me, so the pain could have been worse. Then I heard my father unbuckle his pants. His dick was about 3 inches when it was limp, and got to about 5 when erect. I was thankful for his tiny size. At least he wasn't pounding me like a horse. As I felt his dick brush my pussy slightly, I began to cry. There had to be something better than this...."I'm gunna make you scream slut." He whispered in my ear.Was that supposed to turn me on? Fuck you dad. He slowly slid.