I mustered all my strength to control myself, but it wasn’t enough, and before long I felt the familiar electricity in my groin. This time I knew I�...�d gone beyond the point of no return. My stomach lurched, my legs jolted, and a loud, raspy “fuck!” escaped my mouth as I blew a warm, sticky load into the handful of tissues.I slumped on the carpet and waited for my erection to fade. The flame of my perverted escapade had died out, and in its place was a dark cloud of shame. I refused to admit to. On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are ludicrous,But lovely,Much like a pair of pantiesRolled down to the knees,No longer clothing,But ornament--When they do not give suckTo infants' needs,Breasts are panties, too,Rolled down to the knees.God or nature,Take. Her legs still straight up and his cock still hard inside her. "Martha, I have to let loose real soon! I can not hold it!" Martha thought a moment then told him pull that out of your sister and come here. Tommy, did as he was told. Standing in front of Martha with his prick hard and dripping, she knelt down and told Betty "Girl you watch Martha make him unload now." Sliding her mouth around his prick she worked her mouth and hands on him for a few seconds and he exploded in her mouth. She. I had to see you alone, just once.” Those are the last words we say.You’re scared but soon calm down once you grasp it’s me. We kiss madly, hungrily. I reach around your shoulders and unzip your gown. I pull it down just enough to where your breasts dangle like a sacred offering above the line of the unfastened top. Your nipples grow hard as I rub the loosened bodice across them, swollen fruit ripe for the picking. I suckle each one. Drops of sweet nectar from your nipples fill my mouth and run.