I looked down at our hands entwined in love as they were, "I'm sure myreal mother loved me, I mean she carried me through to term. I thinkthough, that...she eventually loved her drugs and alcohol more."Dad suspected that mom was slipping alcohol into my drink when I wasyoung, not a lot - but enough to make me sleep. While he wasn'tcompletely certain, it was when he came home from work, and found mestaggering in the hallway and mom passed out in our back bedroom - hehad enough!" He fought for. A first big squirt, followed by a couple more much smaller squirts.Some guys cum buckets, filling my mouth with their seed. Other times, the load is small and makes me want more.Every load, regardless of size, varies in taste. Sometimes the cum is almost tasteless, sometimes the cum tastes salty, sometimes the cum tastes sweet...and I love all tastes...I've become in truth a cum connoisseur...cum being my fine wine.If I get a facial I take the cock back into my mouth to retrieve the last. And then they rotated her where she stood so that each could take a turn in kissing her lips. And then Karl was on his knees behind Allegra, and Penny on her knees to her front. I watched how Karl parted Allegra's butt-cheeks and buried his face between the stretched flesh. And although I could not see the deed, I imagined his tongue flickering across the tautness of Allegra's anus. And to the front, Penny's arms stretching high to pinch both Allegra's erect nipples, while her tongue slipped. ", he almost barked.She gripped her legs behind her knees and did as instructed. The painter pulled a bottle out from a table drawer close by and poured some of it into a hand, and more onto her anus. It was hardly necessary. The nuns pussy had already doused her anus with lubricating juice, the large dark patch on the cushion under her being witness to her arousal too. As he glazed his shaft with oil she understood his intentions."No David, not there! No please!"But he had gone too far he had.