...did I want to cum...oh hell yes.....did I want this pleasure tolast...again yes, however I knew I could not have both."Do you want to taste my tran...y juice," I growled stalling for time."Yes please Mistress," she simpered oh so sweetly, she grinned knowingshe had me on the ropes.I smiled wickedly at her, causing her grin to falter. Yes she may bepleasuring me but she will suffer for her smugness."Make me cum......but know this you will suffer for your impudence," Igrowled lustfully.She. But all that was just the calm before the storm. That was what Ronni called ‘Vanilla Fudge’. Well, what happened next I would have to call ‘Chocolate Shake’! It was like going to Coney Island and riding the Cyclone. Fucking her was like a carnival thrill ride.She licked me, kissed me, sucked me, fucked me, chewed me, screwed me, not an inch of my body, inside or out, went un-fucked. She moved like an anaconda, wrapping herself around me and under me and over me and through me and coming out on. But I wasn’t a fanatic about any of this, you see. One thing somehow led to another. After a year I was down to 240 pounds. In another year my weight stood at 205, then the year after at 180 pounds. When I reached 170 my doctor declared that’s it, you’ve lost enough weight. I agreed. My family at first was appalled at all my loose wrinkled skin, especially around my face. They said that it made me look ill, too old, or both. Some asked if I had cancer or maybe AIDS. But with time and exercise. ”“I don’t know, Mikey.”“Liz, come here.”She came over to where I was standing. I held out my arms and she melted into them. I held her tightly and comforted her.“It’s going to be OK,” I said, stroking her hair.“You promise?”“I promise. I suspect I’ll get more grief than you do.”“You? Why?”“For not coming to Mom and Dad right away. But I’ll deal with it.”“How much trouble did you get in with Father Herman? You didn’t talk to me after you went to confession on Saturday.”“Not much. He said.