You feel something warm being applied to your nipples, you look down and see that I am using the sweet potato mixture. I am sucking and licking the sw...et potatoes off your nipples, feeling them get hard under my tongue. I love hearing you moan as I work my magic on you and I stop so that things and get even better. I clear off the counter, take you by the hand, and move you onto the counter. You look puzzled but I tell you to climb up on the counter and lay down. Your eyes get big, but you do. So do you recognize yourself!!A little bit of imagination and you can make that final explosion something special. I've a number of things I like to do. For example, there's a street here in Montreal which has about a dozen wedding gown boutiques on it, and then stores with wedding accessories, tiaras and veils, lingerie, shoes, you name it. And would you believe, that same street has a fantasy/fetish clothing boutique on it as well. So you can imagine what it might be like to window-shop on. He gave my ass one last bruising spank before he slowly put his cock inside me. Shortly he was almost fully inside me, I felt impaled. I had heard people use the expression “rearrange my guts” before, but it felt like he could actually reach them. He started to find his his rhythm shortly after and his cock along with his manly grunts were beyond hot. I’m always pretty noisy, I’ve had a few people say I’m should be a pornstar, as I’d be very good. I always moan and whimper, but nothing like. . belying my claim of being innocent. Her eyes wavered a little, and she looked in another direction.I slowly walked towards the cabin. I met Mansi halfway... who had put back her clothes. Without looking at mother or me, she hurried towards the home.When I returned from the cabin, after changing my clothes, mother was also gone.It was difficult to stay at the hut that day. I remained at the hut during the afternoon... but I was anxious. I was afraid to think what might be happening at home or.