.there wasn't a drop of blood in my spit. What had felt like mortal wounds was only sensitive nerves being pressed hard by pointed, but apparently dul... metal studs. In a way I felt disappointed, sure I wasn't going to die, but that meant I had caved to pain alone. I had hoped I was past that, but every fresh hurt turned me into a frightened virgin, and I never knew when I would beg for mercy, humiliating myself and bringing more well deserved wrath on my head. I'd been lucky so far, but I knew. Okay?" sheasked. I nodded. "In fact," she continued. "From now on, you willalways clean me out after we fuck. Agreed?" It was more like she wastelling me the way it was going to be. Despite feeling I had nochoice, I agreed. Besides, I loved eating cream pies, so I was morethan happy to know that I'd get to eat more of them.Debbie sat up high in the saddle and began bucking back and forth,riding up and down my swollen cock. She held on to my boobs as sherode me hard, her wet cunt dripping juices. I came hard, shooting five or six pulses of sperm into her. She responded by clamping her legs against mine and unleashing a torrent of wetness that soaked both our crotches. Then our lust dissolved into tenderness, and we gently kissed each other and licked the sweat off each other's necks. We had ended up like this countless times before, but tonight was special, because I had done to her what I had so desperately wanted to do to her daughter, only half an hour before. We then parted and. The idea that Lydia and I were considering home schooling for Emily was sufficient for entrée for her to the party. So I called them when I thought they would be on the way home and told Lydia that she should go shopping for a nice cocktail dress for Em to wear Saturday.I could hear Emily’s squeals of delight as Lydia relayed the conversation.Three hours later they were home with boxes and bags. I had forgotten that a new dress meant new shoes, handbag, a hairdresser appointment, etc. ad.