I said lost in complete euphoria. And worship my cock she did. Every inch of my dick was wet with spit and precum. She was switching at regular interv...ls between stoking my cock with both hands while sucking the tip and playing with my balls and putting as much of dick as she possibly could down her throat. Oh fuck yeah thats so good, show me how you worship my dick. Treat it like you cant live without it. Oh fuck thats good, oh fuck, oh fuck. At that moment I blew what must have been an. Shit! Aarush Singh was still around, a hunky student, of junior year. He was a true definition of masculinity on walking legs. All muscles. Aarush even had a full beard for his age. He looked no less than a poster of a youth, in jeans, jacket. Krishna could smell his almost adult sperm; he was so close. It was a long time, Krishna had not had a boy inside him, his ass was not stretched over a big, young cock and he had not felt the surging male seed inside his rectum. He had been looking for a. I never knew how she would respond to requests and that certainly helped keep things interesting.“Julie, how are we fixed for supplies?”“Loaded for bear, sir. Enough in house to last two people seven days, provided you don’t smoke up all the Colorado Creeper today.”“Go fuck yourself, bitch,” I responded, loading a bowl of creeper and lighting up.“Gladly, sir, just as soon as I see you suck your own dick.”“He doesn’t have to suck his own dick,” I heard you say sleepily from the bed. “He’s got me. I asked quietly, “How strict were you with your daughter?” Beccy knew I wanted to agree but she still answered truthfully, leaving me in no doubt what I would be agreeing to. “I am a very strict Mum, and put her across my lap at least once a week, sometimes more.” I wasn’t expecting such a clear response, but respected her all the more for it. Of course as I thought I had so regularly pictured myself across Beccy’s lap when in bed, and had often masturbated thinking of her spanking me, and here.