My mind was going crazy with what was happening but she spoke when I simply couldn't."Conrad, if this is something you don't want, just leave now, I'l... understand. We'll never ever mention it again," she whispered into my ear as my hands were feasting on all her wonderful, silky smoothness."Oh, I don't want to leave. That's the last thing I want," I managed to get out.She began unbuttoning my shirt kissing my neck and shoulders and chest as it came off. My breathing was deepening as she pulled. Oh my little angle Jessica got an A in her spelling test yesturday, isnt that wonderfull?Oh it most certainly is. How proud you must be of her. My Cynthia is doing very well herself, only she got a slightly lesser mark in history than I would have liked.Why is that Sasha?Well her teacher Mr Smith claims she's being too harsh on the slave owner's of the pre-civil was era. He claims that it was just part of normal life to have slaves. More so, he claims that many blacks were 'confortable' being. “Now flick your tongue. And press harder. Now move it side to side.” She held him here for several minutes. Occasionally he would gasp for air. ”Oh fuck yes. Brian I’m going to cum. Oh FUCK!!” And with that she exploded her orgasm all over his face. It was a hot and tangy liquid which went into his mouth and down his chin. He wasn’t sure how he had done it but he was extremely proud. He had made his mom cum.Whilst she lie there with her eyes closed and a huge smile on her face,. Gareth shuddered and tried to modulate his voice a little higher to be less recognizable."Why did they bring he Dawn Shaman?" Greyshadow asked in a whisper.The clopping of horses stopped in front of the stage. Gareth tried not to look up, but failed. Sure enough, the trio was looking straight at him. Although a small smile traced the lips of the Dusk Shaman, no discernable expression was on Wildhair's face. What was written on Hanna's face was the most complicated, she wavered between concern,.