Out of the blue Stacy said, , "I wanna tell you something but, I don't want you to get mad at me. OK?" He smiled at her, "You can talk to me about any...hing, there's nothing you can tell me that would make me mad at you, baby girl." She laid there chewing on her fingernail for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, "I don't know how to say this without sounding like I'm fucked in the head, but I'm not daddy." I know what I'm saying and I know exactly what I want you to do." She went back to. "There are some conditions…"Megan continued to brush her blonde hair in front of the bathroom mirror."So what?", she asked, shrugging. "If it's that invitation you were waiting for, the one to that party where your boss decides about promotions and who is allowed into the inner circle of leadership, then I guess it's normal to have some dress codes and the like." It's not that. Not only", replied Oscar. "For starters: You are invited too. Your presence is compulsory."Megan smiled. "Of course I. CUM IN ME. I FEEL YOU CUMMING. SQUIRT ME FULL OF IT. FILL ME UP." She raised her head and looked over her shoulder at me for the first time since I came up behind her. Then I felt her grab my balls a squeeze them. Not soft like before but a good hardy squeeze. This brought extra pleasure to my already hot orgasm."Yes, Squeeze the cum out of my balls Mary. I love it. Can you feel me cumming in you? Can you? Fuck I have wanted to this for so long." I pulled out part way and slammed back into her.. She caught my smile and returned it, interrupting the makeup artist's work for a moment. There was a sexy, hungry fire in her black pearl eyes. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes disappeared under a few swipes of the brush, and she could have passed for twenty-five again, my bride returned to me. I never told her, it would have been too corny, but the rich golden brown of her flawless skin had always reminded me of the most fertile soil back on my father's Iowa farm. Funny how quick I.