’ ‘Ok. Ask anything, otherwise I’ll begin a long story with, ‘It was a dark and stormy night.’ ‘Where did you grow up?’ ‘Omaha. I left...after high school and went to Seattle to college. After college I moved to Spokane Washington and worked for a wood pulp company. I met my first Master there on a hiking club outing. A year after we met I gave myself to him. We were together until he died of cancer. We moved to L.A. so he could get treatment. That’s the short version.’ ‘Did you love him?’ ‘Of. When I saw her fingers playing with her own breasts and Amberly's head nestled back in the pillow with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, I was even happier. I wanted to enjoy myself sexually with the young woman, but some of the greatest pleasure would result from her enjoying herself too, especially by her cumming at least once, preferably twice during their session on the couch. I brought my mouth back to below her lovely pink hole and devoured the fresh juices before starting on. Here in five minutes." She nods. It is impossible to know whether she is pleased, relieved, anything. She gets up and goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She has not emerged when there is a gentle tap at the room door. He opens it and John enters. Somewhat awkwardly, they shake hands. "Sorry I'm late. Did you think I wasn't coming?" "We were beginning to wonder. But never mind. It's good that you've made it." He gestures towards the mini-bar. . "Oh boy, that's good," Phil said, lips sticky with Dad's goo, "Eating cream from a girly brother's tight ass is just as good as mother's wet pussy." You bet," my older brother agreed, "Dad's left a good sticky load up inside his son, but maybe we should make some more."He pushed Phil out of the way, stripped down to reveal that eating my cummy ass had made him rock hard, and began to have his own way with his brother's girly hole, fucking me even harder and more eagerly than our dad had until.