There was a huge puddle beneath the two of us now. Its aroma wafted up to my nose, making me even more horny. And it made me squirt even more.“Close...” I stopped, my stream reducing itself to a trickle before sealing up tight again.“Milk.” My boobies did what they were made to, and pushed out milk from each nipple. There was a lot of it to go around, darkening the ground under and in front of me. Like my pussy, it released a unique smell, telling me I was doing just the right thing, goading me. . at which time I was a walking erection that would find EVERYTHING sexual!! Back then I tried to catch a sight of her naked, but she was always 'decent'. I don't think I'd ever seen her in less than her shapeless housecoat... which was enough to conceal the fact that she was even a woman!As I got older, I started having girlfriends, drunk too much on occasion - the usual teenage crap - and mum was always there to make sure I was ok. I always gave her a kiss goodnight, before I went to bed, or. Sure, I think I would be good at the job, and I wish to do something great for my people before my time is gone. I feel a need to put my talents toward their best use, and I still hope to achieve more greatness for myself. I hope that the political competition ignites my soul, as physical combat used to."But the other candidates are all very honorable Great Elders. I am sure I can do at least as good a job as any of them, and better in most cases, but I would be proud to have any of them as my. My cock is harder than ever. I massage gently with two fingers the tip of my penis with emphasis on the brake: huge sensation, in fact I think I'll enjoy ....Stopp, I stop because the touch is too close to ejaculation. few drop of sperm, however, so my glans.too hard to resist but it must continue. I spend my index finger gently on the tip of the glans to recover the drop of sperm and then I lick my finger gently.is the only time I get to taste my cum, I always fantasy of drinking it after a.