I was listening to Stevie Nicks' haunting"Rhiannon", when I must have drifted off to sleep.The next thing I knew, Tony Stark was shaking me awake. So...eone had laidme down on a fold- out seat, and put a blanket over me. I had gotten alittle rest, which made me feel better. A car took us to Avenger'sMansion, where I found Kitty waiting. We jumped into a hug, and shesaid, "They've given us a huge room to share here. We'll have lots oftime to hang out." I don't know if it's the fact that I. It was not written with theintent to portray them in any way, but there were a number of coincidentalaspects of the story that turned out to have an uncanny similarity to what theyshare, both as a couple and as a Master and His slave. It was my intent,however, to attempt to describe the depth of their commitment to each other asthey make their mutual journey. I am profoundly renewed by their relationshipand all that it signifies. My gratitude to them both is heartfelt and sincere. I had done. Fiona loved the feeling on her tongue, and her face. The smooth, warm, slippery wetness excited her, and the musky scent of her mother filled her nostrils.Part 8. "Put your fingers in me, baby", Janet said breathlessly.Fiona did. First one finger, then two, then a third. Janet's hips bucked and Fiona flicked her tongue over her mother's swollen clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers, the grasping, pulsing squeezes as her mother began to cum instantly. Fiona shoved her fingers in deep,. " "Ohhh! Oh my God! Yesss... Fuck me, Tommy!" "Fuck me, baby, harder! Yeah, fuck my whore asshole! Oohh... Oohh... Oohh..." She was screaming in delight as my cock plunged in and out of her tight hole like I was drilling for oil in it. I was driving her lust to the limits as my hard cock pumped in and out, and my balls slammed against her asscheeks. "Oh, God!" Oh my God! Yess... fuck me, Tommy! Oh, please fuck me..." I slammed into her ass again. Carol's breathing became heavier and more.