” Mrs. Jackson dug a handful of meatloaf and pushed it up her cunt. “Nobody has meat as good as your Momma makes.He nodded respectfully and fell t... the task, mouth wide, tongue lapping, eyes glazed over. He was numb. I’d seen him like that a couple times, after we’d fucked for several hours. The skies weren’t even dark yet, but the giant bowls of food behind Mrs. Jackson were only half empty.After cumming into my hand, I retreated. They would be at it for hours. I walked home in a daze. The. When was the last time you did it?DarkPrince: Last night. I was thinking about you when I did it.That made me pause. A slight frown transforms my face as I respond.MoonFlower: You don’t know what I look like.DarkPrince: I imagined how you look.MoonFlower: What did you picture?DarkPrince: I think you're short and blond, with a big round ass, and some nice big titties.I gasp, softly covering my mouth and looking down at my body before grinning.MoonFlower: Well, you’re right on almost all of it… I. I just want to grab them. Her skirt is very tight and just watching her walk is a joy. She is wearing high heel boots and is still shorter than me. The slaver has a gun belt holding a holster with a pistol. She also is holding a riding crop in her leather gloved hands. I cannot recognize the scent of her perfume, but it is most pleasant. Mom introduces me to the slaver. The two of them walk around me as mom describes my feature. I am described as a healthy young male trained to be obedient and. Personal considerations of any sort have to take second place to the management of the boat. Her course was just about spot on. We – actually she – spotted the buoy just as she was about to take a bearing on the Point. I bore away and she eased the sheets for a broad reach. The water was becoming smoother as we moved into the shelter of the land, and we couldn’t have timed things better; the tide was making and we speeded up. It was 1530 as we passed the cardinal buoy marking the division.