His cock was throbbing just waiting for me to grab it and take control of it. I pulled his y-fronts down a little and his cock sprung out of them. I...pulled them further down and they also fell to the floor with his pants. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to stroke it nice and slowly, running my hand over the head of his cock and then back down his nice long shaft. While I was doing this John was doing the same, undoing my pants, dropping them to the floor and pulling my hard cock. He would always make me cum by using his fingers and tongue and make me pee, then he would fuck me in all kinds of positions.Then one day he came in with a big golden haired dog, he made me lay on him while the dog licked me, it made me cum and they wouldn’t stop. It made me cum again and again. I didn’t understand why but my father made me go home with him.He lived a long way from my home in a remote village up a mountain and I was scared because when we got there, I was crying and they made. It had taken a few months, but things seemed to be on track again. She continued to email him, and send him funny gifts and notes. She had also become bold in her teasing. He could tell she loved to make him blush…. He was brought out of his reverie when he heard her say, ‘Dearest Professor!’ He smiled and laughed out loud. It was good to see her. He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh. That was the single most appealing quality about her. She got his humor and made him laugh. ‘When are. Then it was only for a short period of time."Why only a short time?" I asked now very interested in her story."I really shouldn't say." Mom replied coyly."You will answer my questions with out reservation if you are to be my slut." I replied slipping back in to my controlling roll."Well, it is kind of embarrassing, but it was just after your father and I were married. One day I was cleaning out our closet and came across a box of your fathers personal belongings. When I opened it, I found a.