“Slow down, you’ll come too quick and leave her hanging. Never leave a woman hanging from sex, it's very bad manners,” Callum interjected. “Zo..., rub your clit. I want to watch you cum on his cock.” Being a good wife, I did as he asked of me. Rubbing my clit pushed me very swiftly to the edge. I'd look down at him pounding me and to the side watching Callum wanking hard now. Then it hit. Cumming hard with a squeal, my pussy clamped around the young man’s cock, triggering his release and he. I spent that night in the grocery store parking lot. I felt it would take me a couple more days to completely supply for the trip across country. I spent a little time listing the things that I would need and laid out a plan to obtain the things that I wanted to get. I still had not seen any life about and this began to worry me. I wondered why and how I had survived when virtually everyone else seemed to have perished. I didn’t have a good answer for that question at all. I also wondered. So he just lived with it for a long long time. When we had a baby boy and you were growing up so fast your father approached me about helping you get through these troubled years with oral sex, how to talk to girls and really just to prepare you in your sexual endeavors. Now you can always say no to anything James or just don’t want my help, that is all up to you. So, I can ask you about anything sexual and dad is ok with you helping me with what ever my sexual endeavors might be? Yes,. He also had a blowtorch and several cutting instruments. He was totally clean-shaven, too. He had a tattoo on his neck that said the word or letters, ?MAGE?, whatever that means. He wore a prison jumpsuit, but I got the impression that he had escaped a while ago. Just a guess. He acted like he wore it only when he committed a crime, as a badge of honor or something like that,? Mrs. Brandon described the home invader. ?Were there any other acts, aside from torture, murder, cannibalism, and.