“ Then gently touching her face he said softly “I can be sweet and gentle” He stroked her hair pulling her face closer to him and then their lip... met and he kissed her his tongue pushing into her mouth then it was gone and he yanked her head back pulling a fist full of hair with it. “Or we can play my way. We have been over the rules. As long as you do as I say it’s all good baby.” He got off the bed picked up his discarded coveralls digging in the pocket for a set of keys. He then returned to. "I-I c-can't stop it!...FUCK! ...I-I-I can't stop it!!" He was going to shoot off so hard and there was nothing he could do about it. What he felt during the spit seconds his nuts finally did explode, floated between excruciating pain and unadulterated pleasure. What fueled that intensity was the realization that he was going to explode his hot, pent-up jit against his own mother's slutty, made-up face! His brain flipped out. He couldn't believe that what was about to happen, was actually GOING. She could tell Barry to go to hell if she wanted to do that.“What? the kid’s table?” Barry was deeply offended to be reminded of the wobbly table. It was covered in kool-aid stains, crayons, and snot from years of only being used on special occasions as a place for kids to eat. “Adam! Tell them to stand at the table and hold their butts!”I think Barry was using a figure of speech when he said to hold our butts. I think what Barry really meant was that we could patiently wait for everyone else. She bit her lower lip as she looked down. I told him to take another lick and then another. I decided my fiancé needed to orgasm again.He worked his tongue up and down her wet lips, tonguing her clit as well. I kept playing with her tits telling her to watch him licking her wet pussy. I said she had to orgasm again if she wanted more cum. She moaned she did and then she moaned to him to make her come again. He kept his head buried in her lap, giving her pussy a very good lashing. I.