My balls just exploded! I'd never released such a big load! Probably because it's been so long. Back home my wife won't even let me touch her any more... We haven't even had sex for eight years!It must've been a solid seven seconds that my first spurt just kept squirting and squirting, then a second, then a third. She just kept staring up at me the whole time, massaging my prostrate with with that long, slender finger and hypnotizing me with those big, brown eyes begging me to give her more and. I wouldn’t ever dream of being turned on by being the one who is humiliated.” “I just might do it again as well” I threatened, as much for something to say. And kind of regretted the stupidity as soon as it came out. “No, I think that you had better say you’re sorry and that you’ll never do it again.” “Why?” I challenged. What on earth is she saying? What am I saying. Where is the exit from this conversation? “I’ve already told you why. I’m bigger and stronger and might teach you what it is to. She put her other hand onto his cock and sucked it greedily, stroking him hader and quicker. Then he began to pant, his head went back and his eyes closed, He started to jerk and then let out a roar. I heard Sarah scream but her mouth stayed closed and as Neil spasmed I saw her throat twitching.She held his cock there in her mouth for about 30 second. Motionless, then began to move her mouth up and down his shaft really slowly until it started to soften, and she let it slip from her mouth. He. "Molly Benton," I said. "1027 Brandywine Lane. January 9, 2010. Life-size." Hi, master," said the five-year-old girl who appeared between us just as the Pope finished folding the blanket over. She'd be missing a day out of her life, but I wasn't planning on telling her. I imagine the Pope wasn't going to be talking much about it either."Mister Thompson," I said with a smile. "You can call me Mister Thompson, sweetie. Never master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?".