“You both can…”You look at each other, she smiles, you lick your lips, stroking yourself, “Who’s first?”, you ask.“I want to guess whose...mouth is round my cock, “ I tell you both, and close my eyes, waiting, jutting my erection forward.After a subtle, teasing pause, I feel warm breath on my tip and then a gush of hot saliva. I jut my hips more, seeking the mouth, but it retracts. I grunt in urgent need, and then a tongue traces round my glans already glistening with saliva and precum. I moan. The Reverend Albin had lived to be eighty-eight. Ada, who had always been told her dominate characteristics came from her father’s side, could take comfort from his longevity. However, she told herself that, if she had the choice of living quietly to ninety or to live life to its fullness and die decades earlier, she’d choose the shorter life for herself without hesitation. What had really brought her grief and had slapped her in the face with the trouble that was brewing in the world, however,. He taunted her, told her as her pimp he owned her cunt and now he was going to fill her cunt with cum.When Roma, totally aroused, told Peter to rip her knickers down and ravage her, she could scarcely believe how literally he would obey her. Peter was thrusting into her like never before, the pent-up jealousy, outrage and venom from having to share his horny cunt with paying pervs was coursing through his veins.He roared questions out about who owned her, who fulfilled her, who she needed the. I put a pin in that thought to mention to Dr. Spencer later.I heard heels clicking on the floor and looked up to see her coming toward me. I smiled and started gathering up my things to move inside.“Good morning, Matthew,” she said brightly. “I half expected you to be late this morning. I presumed your nights are too hectic to get a fresh start to the day.”I chuckled and stood up, shouldering my bag and picking up my drink. “I guess I’m just not smart enough to know my own limitations,” I.