She raised herself up and Della reached over to hold her father's prick up so Celia could notch it in her entrance and slowly slide down until Don's b...lls were mashed against her lips and her clit was crushed against him.While sparks flew between Celia's clit, her breasts and her womb, Don felt the warm wetness of her baby tube parting as his cock was driven into her, only to begin massaging his shaft to encourage his balls to part with the fresh load of semen they'd been making since they had. Yes, it was late a night but every few minutes a car would exit the round about and either head left away from us or circle the round-about and head past us in our lay-by.“Babe seriously?” I stammered as I watch her tiny body slinking towards me.“Don't be such a prude” she giggled back as she took my hand and led me to the front of my car.She spoke again in a firm and controlling manor “Bend over with your hands on the bonnet”.I did as I was told. She stood behind me and I felt her hands. As you flash your ID to the nearest guard the gates to Vision academy open, and as you pass the threshold, the words that will come to define your life blaze in the afternoon Sun, etched high above one of the clock towers, for all to see."Strength or Slavery." Excuse me, would you mind placing your ID once more against the reader?" the guard's voice shocks you back into reality, tearing your attention away from the golden words. You shrug and press your ID once more against the reader.Jaune. A cuckoldress knows all too well of her cuckolds passions, but rarely what is subjectively felt in spirit. It should noted that her desires shape the spirit of the cuckold, and in return, shapes her own only vaguely - for the cuckold is the final entity to witness and bear the carnage in that abode of pleasure; the cuckoldress acts to amplify the transgressions into perpetual becoming. What the cuckold senses will transmute his being into bliss or ruin, which becomes his life long task to.