Ultimately, I imagined being on top of her, kissing her, making love to her.My oedipal tendencies were somewhat tamed when I started dating my first s...rious girlfriend, but they skyrocketed through the roof when we broke up. I was in pain and took refuge in masturbation and incestuous fantasies. This time I was more experienced, so my thoughts were even more precise. I imagined ejaculating in my mother’s mouth. My hard cock pounding her pussy. Her moans while I came in her. Around the same. " Sander is a potter and knows his craft but I am educating him as I am you. It takes time to absorb knowledge and some of ideas are just too complicated to bother telling him." What do you mean?" You do not leave a sharp knife around and tell an infant that it is sharp and should not be touched. He is simply too uneducated to understand. What you do here could not be taught to an infant either. The best that can be done is to allow them to watch and in time they will remember what you have. .I don't think that's enough.Oh please, Sir. Punish me.More then.Thank you.I will make sure you are bruised by the end of this.I truly deserve this, Sir.Aah, now your arse is turning just the right colour.Oh, Sir! I might cum soon.Not yet. Time for another inspection.Aaah!Oh dear. Such a terrible slut who cannot lie still when I probe her cunt like this.I am a slut...and a whore. Sir, I want to cum.Then first I must beat you some more.Yes. Yes, punish me.Faster now. No need for any warm-ups. "Do you guys wants a three some. Are you interested?" Now this was the time when all things gay was still i*****l and I was a bit wary. It wasn't so bad being in a cubicle and having sex through the wall but I didn't fancy havig three of us in together. Alan whispered through the hole, asking him if he had anywhere to go. The man replied that he had a house just down the road and that we could go there. So we stepped outside the stall. The man from the other cubicle was about 35. Very little.