"More,more, give me more," she begged looking up at me and holding her tinymouth open as wide as it would go. I began shooting a continuousstream of c...m at her mouth. I was feeling continuous orgasms as thesticky mess piled up on her face and oozed down onto her chest. Herwhite blouse and pink dress were being ruined, but she didn't seem tocare. After a while, she seemed ready to pass out and I stopped. Shewas trying to scoop more cum into her mouth but she didn't seem ableto swallow. I suppose. She won't touch what for a day I've been afraid to touch: the breaststhat I will want to show her, opening my robe so she can see. But won't.Nor will she see what I've not really seen, see what I can't quite see nomatter how I crane my neck, see what I've not quite sure I am ready tosee. She will not need to see, or so she says. What I say, that's enough forher. Whether she believes me almost doesn't matter. She'll hold my hand in hers, and tells me how if a touch of nail filethere and there. My Son was hard as could be and I was tempted to squeeze it again like I had done the night before but didn’t. I didn’t want him to cum in his pants again!Just then Beth got up and went to the bathroom so I leaned over to my Son and kissed his lips and opened my robe so he could see my tits and wet panties. I was wearing a tiny sheer white thong and I knew he could see my pussy thru them. That made me even more aroused and I kissed him again then got up and closed my robe before Beth came. Her daughter was Patricia. She opened the door to the hall and called her. I heard her hurrying down the stairs and was standing when she entered. She was a beauty, almost shocking in her demure softness and grace, barely five feet high. She gave me a smile and an offhand curtsey. I bowed to her as we exchanged names. Her mother introduced me as a friend of Madam Von R--, and we sat and looked at each other."Are these Redcoats a problem?" I asked her.She looked at her mother, licked her lips,.