. quite flattering. I will even ask permission to kiss her. Does that all sound OK to you, Mom?”She laughed out loud, “How long have you had that ...peech ready?”“Since before my Scouting weekend, Mom. Did it work?”She couldn’t stop chuckling, but she changed her tone and said, “If you really love her, Charles, always respect her. That’s all I can ask of you, OK?”“Absotively — Posilutely, Annie,” I was quick to respond.“We’re here.” She stopped in front of the house and I got out and leisurely. Complete with movies, singing, question asking; we always had this driving game we played of 'would you rather' - this was the first time Jamie was old enough to comprehend the questions and be a part of it.There was a part of the trip where the kids were quiet in the back, following a long and spirited discussion of the likelihood of a fight between Pokemon and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I'd learned that, apparently, "Pokemon Theories and Conspiracies" were an actual thing. God bless. I know I need you to know that, but helpless, I know it’s unlikely I’ll recall it later. Still staring at the trees, I feel I ought to be responding to the beauty around me. I can see it’s a pretty place, a lovely afternoon. I try again to concentrate. I hear the birds, a light breeze rustling the manicured landscape. I can hear the unusual sounds of children playing in the visitor’s garden. I feel next to nothing in response. I ought to feel so much more. Christopher. I know I should. That’s. My hard little cocklet somehow managed to spray its tiny load as an orgasm rocked my body. My asshole puckered and yearned for a cock in it as he used my face.He then pulled his rigid, spewing fire hose out of my throat-pussy and sprayed the last few jets all over my face and body. He collapsed back in the chair, and I fell on the floor, half-conscious and disoriented. Feeling had returned to my limbs, and I could feel the cold concrete of the basement floor as I lay there. I didn’t have the.