She melted a little inside. She had just ruined his orgasm, and his first concern was her well-being. She averted her eyes - she simply couldn't look ...t him. "Yes, Master. I have no excuse. I'm sorry." "Did you do it on purpose?" She knew from experience what he was up to. He didn't punish her for making honest mistakes. But for her whether the mistake was honest or not, the guilt was the same. She knew that she needed his punishment to assuage the guilt, and so, at least in her mind, she. "Why don't you take a cold shower?" she then said. "That usually helps."Josh frowned."It's too late for that," he said quietly. "I just need to be alone."Lisa got up. "OK, well, I'll leave you alone then." She closed the door behind her.She went to the kitchen to do some dishes but her mind stayed on what she just walked into. Her guilt overcame her as did her concern. She felt so bad for him, how embarrassed he must feel. At his age, he can't control hormones. Gosh, how terrible.She went to. My breasts heaved. They bounced before me. My cunt clenched. The juices dribbled down my thighs. The heat built and built in my pussy's depths. I groaned, thrusting hard and fast into my mother's juicy twat.“Oh, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that's good. Mmm, just keep squeezing that cunt around my dick. I'm going to explode so deep into your depths. I'm going to cum hard.”“Oh, fuck yes!” panted Priscilla. “I want you flooding my mother's cunt. Make that yummy creampie in her.”“Uh-huh,” I. I used the Johnathon Good identity, and we had no trouble getting the vehicle. Immediately after transferring our possessions to the new SUV, I turned in the other one.We departed Cincinnati on I-75 just after 11:00 that morning, and followed it south to its intersection with I-71, which we took to Louisville, Kentucky where we transferred to I-64. We took I-64 all of the way to Saint Louis. We had been on the road for over eight hours counting the time needed to stop for fuel and eating.After.