BAMM---3 shots straight over my head, hitting the wall. BAMM 2 more, which I aimed right into my mouth. Follwed up with 4-5 more, I lost count, leavin... an almost straight line down my chest and belly, with the last bit of my jizz puddling in my pubs. I just layed there a moment, and jently rubbed my load around in my pubs and belly. I scooped up a bit of my jizz, and licked it off my fingers. Damm my junk was sweet—I can see why men want it :)Finally awake now, I sat up, and rubbed my morning. ‘I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. I am here for your welfare!’ Replied the Ghost. It put out its strong hand as it spoke, and clasped me gently by the arm. ‘Rise and walk with me!” For some reason I did not feel afraid as he lead me towards the window, no words were spoken as we passed through the wall, and stood upon an open road, with houses on either side. The darkness and the mist had vanished, now it was a clear, cold, winter day, with snow upon the ground. As I looked around. I realized. I could still feel where all those pins had pricked my sensitive flesh. A few minutes of the most painful, humiliating, back breaking blowjob later he said, "I don't want to cum down your throat. Hold the head of my cock in your mouth and finish me with your hand."I was happy to oblige, anything to get this over with. I drew back until only the head of his cock was resting on my tongue. I gripped it firmly between my lips and masturbated his cock into my mouth, careful not to spill a drop. I. I woke up one Saturday morning and headed downstairs to see what the family had in store. "Good morning, Tommy", my stepmom said as the smell of frying bacon seduced my stomach. She was wearing tight beige capri pants and a button up blouse. She left the top two buttons undone revealing just a hint of cleavage poking over the tank top she had on underneath. Her sandy blond hair was drawn back in a ponytail. The last few weeks I had really started to see how sexy she was. At 34 her body was in.