I also began crying mostly in shock. I had never seen my mother so angry, and she had never slapped me in anger before. Over the years she had spanked...me one or two times, mostly on my shoulder, and very rarely on my behind. Seconds ago, I had been in complete control. Now! Now, I had nothing! No control! And worse, no idea what to do. I just turned and fled the kitchen. I escaped and raced to my room, holding on to my wet pyjamas and my other hand to my scorching face, trying to recover some. I rub it off with my thumb and spread it all over his glans. This gets him moaning and I can sense that he is almost past the point of no return. I stroke his cock a little faster and squeeze him a little harder. He starts to gasp and each of his hands grasp an edge of the urinal. His hips thrust into it. His cock pulses and throbs mightily and hot thick creamy cum gushes out of his cock and splashes into the urinal. I continue to milk his cock, stroking from base to tip and back again. I. Ik bewoog mijn heupen en met plaagstootjes gleed mijn eikel zo dat hij keer op keer op vol ertussendoor naar voren gleed Pakte haar heupen en trok deze naar achter, haar rug hol en de opvolgende beweging schoof ik heeeel langzaam mijn lul bij haar naar binnen. Tussen het gekletter vand e regen door hoorde ik haar gesmoord kreunen op haar schouder. Nog drie volle lange maar tergend langzame halen........ ik voelde haar spieren zich aanspannen. stopte plagend. haar hoofd draaide zich om. Keek. She was surprised she wasn’t dragged bodily from the bed by the force of it. She’d never felt it’s like before, but she knew what it meant.Aran needed her.Wasting no time, she leapt from the bed and rushed to the open stone robe built into the wall. Snatching up a leather satchel from its bottom shelf, she hurriedly began to pack.Sara scurried through the Temple’s corridors and passages, her vala suppressed as far as it could go. Even so, Amina would be able to sense her, if she tried, but Sara.