I love the taste and texture of cum and swirl it around in my mouth and swallow it.My puckered opening is pulsing in a rhythm with my pavement hard er...ction that is bouncing off my belly. I lay there for awhile tingling all over leaking more precum and small amounts of post cum with each cock spasm.Suddenly I feel a tongue licking up my juices then sharing my liquids with me by inserting their tongue in my mouth. I must be dreaming. I feel an erect phalus enter my backside and the lips and. Her voice shifted to an authoritive tone "You will continue to refer to me as Ma'am or Mistress Zeeta slave, understood?" Yes, ma'am," I replied obediently, but a little confused as for the very first time she started using her authority over me"Zeeta playfully laughed at my subservience. "Mmmm. I am tired darling Tony. Just hold me and let us rest awhile and then we can make love properly."We slept for a long while with her head on my shoulder, and my arms round her. She felt and smelt lovely,. . to open that door behind which lies a frightening strength.All he knows is what all people know. He knows the strength that flows into the body when pushed into a rage. Fearlessness comes and allows him to lash out at all around him. He knows the regret following devastation and hates the harm caused by such an unthinking fury. There is the guilt that comes afterward.Rage is not the only key that enables the power to escape. Fear for others allows one to perform heroic feats of strength. The. Daddy didn’t last long after that and I was no longer disgusted. With each passing week the moans and groans would no longer be muffled. They would be much louder and more profound. It was almost as if they forgot their daughter was next door - or did they? Each weekend I faced the same dilemma. Should I listen to my thoughts? Should I try to sneak a little peep? One early morning I finally gave in to my temptations. I tip-toed out onto the hallway and made my way to mummy and daddy’s.