The inquisition continued. When you jack-off at night, do you usually think about boys or girls? How the hell did he know what I did to myself at nigh...? Both, I responded, which was a bit of a lie. I did fantasize about boys a bit more often than girls. Good, Dad said, and pulled me back into his embrace. A few minutes later, Dad stood and took his chair back behind the desk and sat down. Son, he said, Youve been making sperm for almost a year now, and masturbating for about nine months,. And missed."You missed." It moved." You missed." It moved!" Try again." Right, I'm on it."For the next hour, until the 'Low Fuel' light flashed and the buzzer buzzed, she chased that stupid cloud from 'hell to breakfast.' No matter what she did she couldn't even put a wing through it.The cloud played her like a piano, she went right, it went left, she flew up, it went down. Then it started showing off, barrel rolls over the cockpit, loops, dives, a high speed chase, although it would be. They had tan marks because she’d never bare them in the sun. Too bad.I had a regular girlfriend for dates and such but she couldn’t compare with Cunnie in bed, possibly because she hadn’t fucked a fraction that the housewife had. This somewhat older married hottie loved to talk about her adventures as we screwed to get me up again. I knew that on Saturday’s I might be getting seconds or even thirds and/or lubing her up for some other guy. Didn’t matter to me. Her pussy was always the finest. Just as I was about to climax, mistress removed her hand from my breast and clit. Mistress whispered in my ear – “A slave has no right to cum before her mistress does”. With that she got up and came and stood before me and pressed her pussy to my face.I put my tongue out and started licking her pussy. The aroma of her pussy was very intoxicating to me, I was feeling elated. Mistress spread her pussy lips and asked me to take the clit between my lips and suck it in. Mistress told me to keep her.