She was desperate to grip it, but satisfied herself with stroking the silky skin with the tips of her fingers. There was a constant trickle from his s...it, a beautiful dribble of pre-cum forming a single thread to the bath. Timmy looked down at it.‘What’s that liquid, Mommy?’‘Nothing important, baby, ‘ she replied, then added. ‘Remind me in a few days to wash it for you ... unless you’d prefer to do it yourself.’His voice was soft. ‘No, I’d like you to do it please, Mommy.’She dared to sneak a. The power emanating from her was of such magnitude that he staggered backwards, falling to his knees with a cry of awe and anguish. She watched him cower for a moment before, with another narrowing of her eyes, the void returned.She looked at him impatiently, "I believe I asked you a question, child."Arthur fumbled to recall the question, to form a reply, "It is no coincidence, Mistress. I came here looking for you." Do not call me 'Mistress', boy. I never claimed that title over you. As I. He liked that he had a huge cock and wanted every one to see it as it penetrated the nice pussy. He got to the nice pussy and placed his cock at the entrance before he shoved into her deep. With every inch inside her he pumped hard in and out. As he fucked her fast and rough he reached down and pinched her nipples. He pinched and pulled them loving how big her tits were on such a small lady. He would pull his cock almost out of her cunt then ram it back in fast and hard as he pulled the. I had had the pleasure of kissing several women. Kisses with women were an intense experience. The way they smelled, how soft they were and the knowledge that they wanted to kiss me too But sex? Actual orgasmic sex? Never.I let anyone who asked believe that I had days upon days of experiences. Somehow, if I had kissed a woman, she became one of the numbers. And the divine idea of women and my pathetically limited experience... well, I just added the kisses to the list. If you asked me today how.