Everything went normal as if the previous night didn’t happen. Later that night, after dinner, I call Vishal into my room.“Shut the door,” I ord...red as he entered. He did as I asked and stood before me with his head sunk into his chest. “Let’s talk about last night,” I added.“Maa, I am sorry about…”“Let me do the talking right now,” I cut him mid-stream. He looked at his feet in shame and nodded. “How did you feel after that?”“Ashamed,” replied Vishal quietly.“Then why did you do it?” I asked. I sucked daddy off but just as he was about to cum he pulled me off and sprayed my face with his cum, it coated my nose cheeks and plenty went into my hair. "I think it's time for round two" Mr. Red said, and with that they each took turns mounting my ass again except this time as each one was about o cum they pulled out followed my daddy's example and coated my face and hair with cum, Mr. Ranch rather than spraying my face wrapped my hair in his dick and came all in my hair. By the end I. In any of its forms: pastries, sweetmeats, stews or puddings, pottageor a simple crust of bread, all seemed equally desirable to me.I even suffered recurring dreams in which I gorged myself on a varietyof dishes heaped upon a long table groaning with comestibles. So greatwas my appetite in these dreams that I would awake in the middle ofthe night with the chomping sounds I'd made in my sleep.The easy part consisted of thorough and frequent review of myappearance. A primary reason for selecting. What normal man was capable of twenty to thirty minute marathons of piston-like thrusting? Certainly not he. Two minutes was his limit, at least with the vigour and at the speed his wife craved.Somewhere at the back of his mind, Ben imagined that there were men with greater stamina then himself, even if not up there with the exorbitantly equipped hunks who littered pornographic films. He didn’t want to think it of his wife, but sometimes, in the small hours, he was gripped by a fear that his.