“I’m done,” he said. “This is a great muffin, and we may do her again, but I have no more sperm left in my balls, so I’ll use the camera if...you still have some cream for her.” The muffin seated on the bed nearly jumped up when she heard “do her again” and looked wildly at the rest of us when she heard “have some cream for her.” “I’m not on birth control,” she protested. “That’s OK, honey,” said Bill mildly. “We’re not either. And it’s not a requirement on this ranch.” They all guffawed. Although I had been punished by my father on my bottom, I was rather takenaback by this and must have shown so by blushing, because at this point myhusband explained that an adult woman should expect things to be different inthe intimacies of marriage than the punishment of a daughter by her father. Ofcourse this is right and when he went on to explain that the punishments wouldnever in any circumstances draw blood or leave permanent marks I was reassured.I was happy to agree to these rules for. It was thick, burning napalm of sex and lust and it lit fires burning into me! I watched: her creamy thighs become wet and glistened with a liquid fire and it flowed down the crags and crevices or her most personal region to flow like a river into the valley of her ass. I felt myself biting my own bottom lip. My cock was nearly as wet as her flesh from my own preliminary fluids and flows. Had there even been a slight breeze in the room at that moment I think I would have erupted in a geyser of. She slowly rubbed his dick and took the top in her mouth and started sucking, he mourned as if he was permitting her to do anything to him. She continued sucking him while looking at his face, he was resting his head with the wall with his eyes closed and softly holding her head. When she took him deep he mourned aloud with pleasure and intensity of her love. He loved her every move and every turn in her love making, he accepted it, as it was for his pleasure only. After a few minutes she stood.