Either I was dreaming or was being leadsomewhere without touching the ground. Another woman's soft voice wastalking to me..The history of Mastress' pe...uliar business started with a remarkablenumber of clients eager to have her group fulfill their special needs.You might jump to conclude she sought revenge for a past trouble at thehands of a male but her method implied a more intense background andlove of 'femaleness'. Least to say she still loved what men had tooffer, yet she found most of her. Do you understand?” She saw his fear change in the fading light. She could tell his mood had risen. “Yes, I understand” he replied quietly.She watched as his head tilted forward and she felt the warm dart of his wet tongue. Pulsing in and out quickly. Straight away her heart beat began to rise. The pleasure in her pussy began to throb intensely as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Her hips moved back and fourth on instinct, as she raised one leg for greater access.She had a brief. I too could not stop so I just looked down at her pussy. It was hairy, and split in a nice way in the middle. I could see the folds clearly , she had a thick clitoris and a thick golden stream was spewing forth with a slight ssss! Noise.I continued to pee, but felt a slight hardening. I had not fucked a girl for almost 2-3 months now, and so it had its reaction on me. She too finished, just stood up , pulled her salwar up her waist, tied it and rushed out. I continued to stand there with my. He’d apparently gone home and she had showered.“Hi, Mom. Whatcha watchin?”“Nothing worth watching,” she said.She grabbed a Philip Morris, lit it and patted the couch next to her.“Would you like a cigarette?”“Sure,” I said as I sat down beside her.I thought it was strange that she was offering me a cigarette since she had lectured me about it once when she had caught me smoking on the back steps.“Son, I’ve been thinking about you.”“What about?”“Well, about the incident at the church camp.”“Mom,.