By the time mom got down to washing my privates, I was fully erect. Mom tried to ignore my erection and started to clean it just like it was another t...ing to wash.I began to moan and said, "Mom, don't stop."When my sister heard me moaning, she came into the bathroom to see what was happing. There I stood with a full erection, and my mom was washing it.When I saw my sister staring at me, I started shooting out a rope of cum. After five or six blasts, my sister said, "Wow, I didn't know he could. ” Grunted Egill, “probably designed by the fem heads of Saresii.”“I thought your best friend is Saresii?” Elena asked.“He is, and it took me a long time to get used to him, but this filigree sugar and lace architecture they like so much is too much. I can’t help myself, I would love to use a big iron hammer to smash this place to pieces.”“You are in an especially grumpy mood tonight!” Eric’s sister said with a smirk.“I don’t like these blown up affairs and all these self-important elitists. We had each other in a different world, on a different level, we could feel each others souls.Suddenly our dream world was brought to an abrupt halt, Jen was tapping me on the shoulder with something.“Here, spit on that and stab him with this” she waggled my dildo in the direction of fuckers arse winking at me from the bed.I smiled up at her, took the KY covered dildo and leaned forward again, much to Kevin’s delight. Not only could he press further up now but he could feel my tightest glove. I’m awed that you’ve created this for me. I walk automatically towards the cross, feeling the restrained power of your will. You speak. Without inflection. ‘I’m going to hurt you.’ I inhale sharply and close my eyes. A deep calm envelops me. Your voice justifies the thoughts and memories which I am allowing myself to replay in the theatre of my mind. I think of a fragment of our poem: ‘We take the golden road to Samarkand’. The golden road. My journey. You: my guide. I mount the platform on.