I am Becky here with my husband, Mark. We had no power since late last night nor does our company's office. Everybody is off today and Mom was nice en...ugh to invite us over. Her meals are always worth a small trip. I still take cooking lessons. Here's Gretchen, Dad's valkyrie." Good morning from Gretchen. Mack was called to the hospital last night and, when Poppa invited me, I came over. Mack and I love being over here. Mom and Poppa are always welcoming and they're fun to be around. I'll turn. Maybe I'm cruel, but I like the power of prediction. It's almost mystical, like a seer, but it's numbers, probabilities. It's like music to me. When I listen to music, not the pop music on the radio but great classical music, I hear numbers. You know thirds and fifths and the relationship of notes in a melody and how those relationships change and remain the same, reversing or interposing the melody throughout a sonata or a part of a symphony. That's ultimate beauty to me. That and a beautiful. So very gently she moved her hips towards me and came over me with her glistening throbbing precum weeping cock right above my eyes. I took a moment to take in and enjoy that beautiful view. Then grabbing both her ass I slowly pulled in her hips towards me. Lowering her cock into my open mouth. I let her cock slide deep in my mouth still wide open and not yet sucking. I wanted to feel that flesh throb in my mouth without any action from me. I could feel it twitch by itself in my mouth just as I. Her Mother was a great catch for the Colonel because of her true blue blood lineage.Penelope at the time was a naïve virgin of just 16 summers. She had lived a very sheltered life with her widowed Mother in a rustic environment. She had just recently begun to masturbate in the bath and even in the pantry with various fruits and vegetables. Once in school right after her 16th birthday, the headmaster had delivered a serious correction with a ruler that made her experience her first orgasm..