I've talked things over with Heather, Tammy, and Becky already, and they've all said that it's up to you who you fuck." She said."Okay, so what's the ...atch?" I asked."Well, I don't wanna just be a fuck buddy. You see, the relationship between Johnny and I was different. He was supposed to be my master, but obviously he never knew how to treat subs, or even do a real job of it. I'd like you to take a shot at it." Stand up." I said."Yes sir." She said quietly, letting her submissive nature take. There's more to parenting than providing a house and meals.And a car. And any kind of music tutor I thought I needed. When Mom died, I was a budding violinist. The night they buried her, I locked the door to my room and I played my violin, every sad song I could work up, and that night I determined that I was not doing credit to her memory with that level of skill. Love, yes. But something clicked and I decided that those evenings that Mom sat there as my beginner's screeches slowly turned into. When she did I inserted my penis inside her and she moaned ohhhhhhhh……..slowwwwwwwwI said just a little yar she said is this little? I said yes dear let me enter full and tried hard to enter in her vagina and i got success. She could not cry aloud because we were in couple room and there was only plywood partition. I reminded her not to cry loudly. She said dhireeeeeeee. I slowly started kissing her lipsShe got enjoyment then I slept awhile on her inserting my penis in her vagina. After a while. After she sucked out the last of my seed I finally had to pull her up from my hypersensitive prick. She reached for her Dixie cup but it was empty, so I offered her the last sip of wine from mine, it seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do. We lay back into the sleeping bag, kissing and holding each other tight. Absentmindedly I stroked the outside of her fur lined slit, she was still very wet and radiated heat like a miniature furnace. "Steve, fuck me", I heard her whisper.I rolled over on top.