“Please… go down on me… suck me… make me want to come… please...” He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to feel her lips around his pen...s, and to feel her tongue stroking the shaft. The girl finally got what she wanted. She took his hands, and moved them off her breasts, so she could slowly move down his body. When she got to his penis, she took it in her hands. Loosely. She moved her hands up and down his shaft, without putting any pressure on it. It was driving him crazy, and it was making. Giving is foreplay. Giving makes me so freaking horny I’d gobble the cat if she didn’t get away.OK, the thing about the cat, probably not. But I’d gobble or be gobbled by Danny or Mom or Ruth or David, for sure. Maybe someday even Dad. As it turned out, this time Danny and Mom did the honors.The day after Danny and I experimented and Mom pegged Danny for the first time, it was my turn with Danny. “Go slow,” Mom told me, and I did at the beginning. Maybe the fake cock marital aid didn’t have any. At that moment, I really did want it. She then said “Good girl. You’ll make a good slave. Now stand up.”She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and pussy, and pushed me forward. As I stood up, she held my hips so I wouldn’t turn around. She slid one hand up on my lower back and said “Bend over, I want a good look at that ass.” It was wrong, and I knew it was wrong, but I let it happen. I bent forward at the waist, and spread my legs apart when she began spanking my inner thighs and said “Spread. He does so very subtly, cupping her buttocks with both hands so that he can lift her on to his impaling member. I move in again with the camera. Flash! Buried. Flash! Partially withdrawn. Flash! Buried again, balls resting against her anus. So if Catherine wasn’t suggesting we join a Parisian orgy, what did she have in mind? We talked for more than an hour, reviewing the diminution of early ardour and discussing possible remedies. Only then, and very obliquely, did Catherine ask how I would.