. six.... five...”I could see her mind trying to process my demand so I took the opportunity to grab the back of her head and push it down to my coc.... As I expected, her slut-reflexes came into play and her mouth automatically opened to receive my cock. As I started to piss, she tried to jerk her head away but I held on. After the first few seconds, she didn't seem care any more. In fact, she let out some deep muffled moans as she clearly seemed to be enjoying it. I let go of her head and she. No way was I having a dirty boy anywhere near my most precious possessions. I also made it very clear that there was to be no going anywhere near my ass. There's something about anal that has never appealed to me and, as I say, I have my limits, so there.I have a large en-suite bathroom with a wet-room shower and there is plenty of space for two. I liked to take the boy who I had selected at the mall, strip him off and once I had divested myself of my own clothes take him into the shower and,. " I teased her. I often did things like this, with no intention of actually meaning it. "You\\\'re such a fucking bitch. I hate you," she snarled, standing up and storming out of the room. Talk about not being able to take a joke. I rolled my eyes, and flopped out on the couch. Turning off the movie, I turned the channel to Jerry Springer. After awhile, I thought I heard something. I couldn\\\'t make out what it was. Pausing the television, I listened. It was coming from upstairs. I followed. "You're crazy" but the already familiar excitement belied her protests, "Absolutely, beautifully fucking crazy!"Gripping my shoulders, she rolled us over and laughed madly as she felt the thick cloying mud under her quivering bottom. I slipped my hands under her, into the mud and grabbed two handfuls before cupping her cheeks and smearing it all over her as she clung to me, matching her thrusts to mine."I'm cumming Tommy" she hissed and arched her back up out of the mud,"Fuck me you bastard".