She seemed to float effortlessly like dandylion seeds in a zephyr of a breeze. We were as one, yet apart, a synergy in motion. Was it three minutes or...three hours? It could have been any length of time, but the heaving of tired lungs, of fatigue in limb and emotional overload brought us back to reality. As the music faded away we held hands in the silence, bowing and curtsying together in the silence.After two heartbeats of silence, pregnant with meaning, the hall erupted. Applause, cheers,. "Mister Thompson," I said with a smile. "You can call me Mister Thompson, sweetie. Never master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away with your brother and sisters," I said, "and you hid out here so you could see the Pope when he came to visit your daddy. Your daddy's upstairs. He'll be okay."She took a long look at the Pope and then ran up to find her dad. The Pope just stared at me, tears running down his face."It's a miracle," he. She said I was as big as she ever had, but it felt good to have a young hard cock fill her up. We both came within a minute of each other, and I laid back on the bed so I didn't crush her by lying on top of her. She went down and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth, which made me glad that I was not with a yucky, gross little girl. I was hard soon enough and she climbed on for round two. I had just cum and she now had more control of the situation. She came three more times before I shot off. A corner of my mind noted that new sensation as we explored each other's mouths.The third time we came up for breath, Dylan tongued his way along my jaw to my neck. He sucked gently just above my shoulder before lifting his lips to my ear."You ever had someone put their tongue in your ass?"I groaned and reached down to grip his cheeks with both hands."No," I said.I kneaded his ass with both hands, pulling his hard body against mine while I exposed his hole to the water. His aggression had.