And yet Ai had more, what could be called, inner beauty manifest at her surface. She had everything that Mei did in terms of physical beauty, if not i... the same measure. But she had more of what the French called je ne sais quoi, that elusive, indefinable characteristic that made more of the parts than was accountable by their sum. They both had radiant smiles more common to children of four or five than young women of twenty. And yet Ai was naturally happier than Mei and brightened her. As I ran my tongue up and down the length of her swollen lips, she steadied herself on the desk with one hand. Her other hand moved to the back of my head. I felt her begin to rock herself on my face, slowly, tenderly, while she sucked in air between her teeth. I also heard her soft, sexy whimpers. I pulled from her pussy, and heard her let out a soft whimper. So I moved my hands to her waist while I stood and bent down to share the taste with her. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled. It's black and blue already and spreading around the side of my cock and going in-between my legs. She’s startled and says, "Did you hit your penis?" as she spreads my legs and begins lifting my balls. My sister is back in the doorway watching. She comes over and says sorry for hitting me there. Her eyes are staring at my cock the whole time. My mother is grabbing the base of my cock and moving it around asking me if it hurts. Yeah it hurts but if she keeps doing this she's going to get a big. She had denied her desire to have sex with another woman, but when Junior pushed the issue had went along with it. Junior wondered if she subconsciously had guilt about attraction to females. He knew how conservative the religious mountain families were, since he came from one. It wasn't until he had joined the Marines, and lived outside of the close knit community he was raised in, that he learned just how strict his upbringing had been. If that was the case, playing the Master/Slave game.