I was definitely going to have to make an effort to not flaunt my goods in front of Jack so much, if only for mom’s sake. I intercepted Brad when h... and Jack were on their way back, then handed off his breakfast and gave a nod towards the canoes. “So, what do you think?” I asked. “Want to go boating today?” “Probably should for at least a little bit. Dad paid out the nose to rent them so we may as well get some use out of them.” He took a huge bite from his snack bar and gave me a sideways. Again, sensing my ignorance Sarah said that the guy most only fuck good looking women and that cuck must just have been a typo for cock or something. We responded by email because we wanted to make sure he wasnt a creep or some kid just fucking around. After a couple of emails over about a week he asked us to send pictures of ourselves. We had fun taking the pictures. I had Sarah dress up in some of her sexiest outfits she had and we did some poses of her spreading her legs like she was doing. This is how bitches like her secretly want to be treated, whether they admit to it or not. Since we want her to become addicted to your cum as well as to your total control over her, this is the best way to accomplish both tasks at once, linking them forever in her mind. You may stop when, in your opinion, your treatment appears to have accomplished its desired effect: for example, you repeatedly withdraw your cock from her mouth and notice the head no longer covered in lipstick, or she gives. The party would have gone on (‘Ooh, good, Maria.’) for days. Champagne, caviar, cocaine, any hot piece of ass that caught their eyes, all would have flowed like… (‘Fuck, yes.’) well, like the wine that would ALSO be flowing as much as the other things. (‘Just like that, Maria.’) ‘Troy & Julie Day’ would become a national holiday. She looked into Julie’s eyes, remembering seeing those eyes gazing up at her like Maria’s were now, feeling that tongue. Maria was good, but nobody was Julie good..