His laugh seduced me. I feel my juices flowing as steadily as a river, dripping down the crack of my ass and leaving a little puddle on the sheets. He...asks me what Im looking for&hellip, I tell him I want to be somebodys cum slut. I hear the smile in his voice as he tells me hes going to break me in. He keeps me going for hours, I cum over and over as he tells me all the dirty things hes going to do to me&hellip, he makes me pull on my nipples and smack them until theyre swollen and raw,. ” I bumbled, didn't even complete my sentence and didn't say anything more and just walked away with embarrassment Then I walked home and I was kinda relieved now that I met her and that it's settled But somehow I still felt scared thinking that she might tell my mom and as the days went on nothing really happened and I almost forgot about it. One day my mom hosted a party, a dinner party and even Lisa was invited, she was the only guest who came four hours earlier to help mom out. After. It was a little different in tempo and technique, but was terrific and I felt like I was flying over the moon. She slowly bobbed her head up and down and I groaned with desire. My hands reached down and caressed her hair as she worked her sucking mouth over me and I was so excited I accidentally pulled her head down onto my shaft, forcing me into her throat, and she suddenly forcefully pulled away coughing.“Oh Jeez! I’m sorry Katey!” I pleaded with her and hoped she wasn’t mad at me, “I. She permeates the seasons. She is what ensures that the sun rises each day, that Winter gives way to Summer, that crops grow, and that babies are born. If she is a spirit of anything she is the spirit of fecundity…’ ‘This is just pagan superstition,’ said Ivory dismissively. ‘Whatever,’ Glade conceded. ‘The Mother Goddess is worshipped by the Cave Painters of the mountains and is revered with a passion truly difficult to express. The Cave Painters identify themselves not as cave dwellers as we.