I am secretly afraid that if I had been my fist it would have broken his jaw.God, I hate being this angry.He was on the ground, moving to get to his k...ees, I strode the two steps to him; towering over him, my hands clutched into fists now.I am very pissed off.This little fucker, this bitch of a sissy cunt, was aware of the amount of time and energy I had invested in him. The on-line training, the patience I had exhibited, and the endless hours I had put into him. FUCK! He just didn’t get it. But after a few licks he determined that he just had no real way of knowing what it was that he tasted, and whether it really was his mother’s dried juice flavor.Ever since that day, Mark would often see, feel, smell and taste the thing. Just the notion that his mother was using it to fuck her needy, horny cunt had been more enough for him to get himself off playing around with it. He had loved the idea that the vibrator was rubbing against his cock and balls, and would then later be inside his. Lily, however, had clearly reached a different decision. He had been downstairs, that very morning, watching TV curled up on her sofa when she had walked in, wearing a T-shirt, her hair mussed, indicating that she had clearly just woken up. She’d smirked playfully at him as she walked past, her tackle swinging free as she sauntered past offering a gentle, “Morning,” to her staring Nephew.The day had progressed along those lines, quiet and suppressed, but at every turn she had displayed a rather. (Tanner was cumming deep inside me now, but I kept right on talking just to keep his ecstasy at a peek) Then I’m going to get on my hands and knees and show you my sweet little ass. And Tanner, I’m going to make you fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk for days.” Tanner collapsed on top of me like 200 pounds of muscled pudding. I grunted at the weight and the fact that my legs were pressed up along the sides of my upper torso. It was a little hard to breath, but I was still enjoying the.