"I want to fuck you," I said , looking him in the eyes. "Missionary only." Huh?" he replied."Missionary only!" I said, as I got on my back. "Give me t...at hard cock."I moaned as he grabbed his cock, and rammed it in me. I raised my legs with my knees bent, and began moving my ass up and down on the bed. Our bodies moved in unison, like a perfect machine. The bed squeaked loudly below us, and the headboard slammed against the wall. He saw the look of determination that I had on my face, I think. .. maybe this wasn't so hard after all. (HE was, though.)In a moment I felt his cock jerk in my mouth and I swallowed the head all the way down as he shot streams of warm cum down my throat. I gave the end of his cock a couple of playful flicks and he wriggled in delicious agony. Then I moved up to kiss him-- and froze.It was highly unlikely that Troy could have grown a beard since I left him that evening.I shrieked and ran out. Maybe one or two of the guys saw me as I did, but most probably. "Yes, Mistress? How may I serve you?" Wine for Lydia and myself, whisky for the Master. But first, a film in the player. 'Pretty Woman', I think ... Dad?" That'll do," I agreed, watching Slave as she crossed the room to the T/V.Once the film was running, the remote in Sam's hand, Slave left us to fetch our drinks."You still love her, don't you?" Sam's voice was quiet in my ear; her breath tickled it."It shows?" It does to me. Let's talk about it tomorrow."We sipped our drinks as the story. And it was as thick as the hair on my head.”“I guess that was part of the deal,” Susan shrugged. “Oh, well. Turn around, sweetheart. Time for me to return the favor.”“Aunt Susan?” she asked as she offered her mane of black hair.“Hmm?” she purred as she reached for the shampoo.“How old am I now?” Maria asked.“Physically, you’re 18 years old now,” Susan said after a pause. “But you’ve always had a very mature, old soul. You were grown up the day you walked into my world.”“This body feels right,”.