But his attention to my clit puts me the over the edge and inside I begin to spasm.... lifting my hips I beg him... don't stop... don't...mmmm... my t...ighs close around his head....wetness pours from inside me coating his chin and lips... over and over til it slowly ebbs away, and I let my legs fall loose... .. .. devouring every drop I offer, deep inside me, his tongue seemingly glued to my cunt... detailing every last inch before kissing his way up my body, the touch of his lips is. When dad’s powerful backhand and his enormous prick put mom out of commission, her post-Rites children took some of the heat. I’d be the last of the family to serve that way, until Almyra’s children ripened to service (her first was only three)—unless he bought another cunt-wife. That would be difficult, I learned from Jerena—a year my senior and my mentor in all things since we were toddlers—who knew everything and shared it all with me. The locals said daddy’s seed had rotted, and they were. We both worked for the same company and just after our affair started the company was taken over by a company based in Leeds and we were relocated there. Several of the staff were needed to get the manufacturing process up and running including Sandra and myself. We would travel by car to Leeds on a Monday and return on a Friday. Sandra was a very attractive woman in her late forties with a great figure and an insatiable lust for sex. She just oozed sex. Very soon in our relationship she. Jim seemed ready to drool over her. Before he got any ideas about touching her, she bounced up onto the daybed and got comfortable with her back against the pillows at one end. Her eyes never left him, not wanting to miss a moment of his undressing.His eyes glued to her, Jim tore his sweatshirt off over his head, threw it on top of her robe, then kicked off his slippers. His pants came off a little more slowly, but Nora wanted to savor that anyway. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic and.