" It was my mother's idea." I let the lapel slip back.My father-in-law had my panties dripping. His cock bulged out and angled down his pant leg."It's...quite the tool you have." I couldn't resist a light rub down the length of his cock."You shouldn't be doing that." He smiled."No? Am I bothering you, Daddy?" I exhaled the last word in a wet breathy voice. His cock firmed up and I knew I had to see it up close."Not at all." His quiet confidence came from living life with a big dick. Knowing that. He decided he didn't really likethe poisoned joint trick. It was too easy. He wouldn't use that method again.He would go back to how he had done it at the start. Convincing a guy to lethim tie him up. Or, if aggression was required, taking control with a sharpknife and a pair of handcuffs. Unpredictable though this last approach was,it was a much more exciting way to begin THE GAME. AKA had tried the arsenic.Now he knew. Trial and error, comparison and contrast--they were a naturalpart of. "The human condition can be defined as the sum of all the choices we have made in our lives," Mike said quietly. Cyndi looked at him quizzically. "Rich people are rich because of the choices they have made. People who are happy are happy because of the choices they have made in their lives. People who are angry are angry because of the choices they have made. People who are getting divorced are getting divorced because of the choices they have made. You did it to yourself. You've got no one to. Her breasts were milky white and had the most amazing smooth looking skin, though of course i never actually got to sample them first hand as i was so young at the time…This is one of my earliest memories of being sexually stimulated by someone else's body and of course it had to be the old cliche of Teacher Vs Student…LOLAnyway when i was in the fourth year of senior school (thats year 11 now i think?) i was getting very curious about pretty much anything sexual and was beginning to notice how.