The love seat shook and squeaked under the strain of him standing on it and thrusting himself into my mouth. He pressed his crotch against my face, pi...ning my head against the back of the love seat as I took his cock all the way down my throat, balls rubbing against my chin. I couldn't move as I choked and gagged on his massive fuck tool. He just kept using my mouth, thrusting his dick down my throat, and then forcing his massive balls into my warm mouth for me to lick and suck on. He altered. .”“Relax, Prince Sparky, you do what you do. You are a prince, after all. I’ll sleep on the couch, just don’t fuck while I’m trying to rest, okay?”“Uh ... yeah! Totally! No problem with that at all!”After that awkward but kind of positive exchange, we headed back down the private dining room. Ashryn and Katriana were chatting over wine, though they quieted when we came in. “All set upstairs?” Ashryn asked.“Yeah, we also sorted out the sleeping arrangements,” I replied, “Ashryn, you can either. But at the same time, I'm not." You mean you liked it… Right?" I asked, affirming at the same time."Yes… This is how I am. That's why, usually, I'm alone," Daddy said while caressing down my hair, then my cheeks, my neck… His hand slid down my skin, tracing my collarbone, and it laid on, then cupped, my right breast. I gasped. All my skin tingling, especially down there. I could feel myself contracting inside, and my legs shivered. "There was nobody who could ever replace your mother, nobody. There is no way, and I mean no way, that Sakurako would wear a «furisode» without permission. To do so would be a rejection of everything she believed. In addition, proper, formal kimono are not cheap, and she wouldn’t have had the money to buy one herself, if she even could have done that in such a short time-frame, which she couldn’t have. They are hand-made and not something you walk into the Japanese version of Marshall Field’s and buy. And that’s especially true in Oguni, which is about.