“It’s dirty German.” She looked at it with some disgust, though she still looked beautiful when looking disgusted. She then said conversationall..., “Be a darling and clean it for me. Oh, and be thorough. And then I’d like you to answer my question.”It was kind of obvious to me that she didn't mean for me to clean the spoon with a tissue, it was clear she meant with my mouth; but it was not totally clear, not 100%. I had the feeling if I blew the simple task of cleaning the spoon, if I made the. In a clearer time my mind would have easily sorted this out but here I was now thinking the worst. Sam's reassurance that nothing was amiss was my life ring at the moment. Her parting words that — 'you have nothing to worry about, believe me, not about her anyway' — only added to my sense of confusion, especially considering the fact that Kari was here in the dispensary at this moment being examined.I tried to calm myself — but the loss of Julie was just too recent. My mind was in a panic and. I looked over at him to see he had his hand in his pants pulling up and down on his hardon.i was frozen as i watched, i wasn't gay, I knew that, mom was always my fantasy. i was obsessed with peeking at her and feeling her ass and boobs. so why was i getting so horny as looked at dad. he unzipped his pants and pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees making his cock pop up as he did. i was entranced as my mind filled with lust. dad started stroking his cock again, his head getting shiny as. "Oh yes!" He would say, breathing rapidly."Do you want me to stop?" Marta would ask.There would be a slight pause, and then, just as Marta had already supposed from she and Helmut's many past experiences with this, he replied, emphatically: "No! At least...not yet! Keep going." Very well," Marta said, and she took Helmut's testicles in both hands now, one in each, and began squeezing them slowly, but surely harder, and harder, and harder, until Helmut would be squirming as if he was being.