I found myself really enjoying myself being the dom. The more I whipped him the wetter I got with excitement. I now realize that dom/sub have there ow... little perks and both are exciting. He edge me to the point of cumming a few times. Sending waves of pleasure through my body. After he edged me a few times soaking my pussy with juices. I had him lay on his back with his arms tied to his neck above his head. I leaned over him and kissed licked them smooth sore balls. I licked his throbbing cock. I kept my knees together and knelt like I?d seengirls kneel. She asked me if I?d ever seen a guy pick up something offthe floor. I told her that guys don?t usually notice things on the floorand wouldn?t take the effort to pick something up. I understood what shewas getting at. I tend to be a little obsessive compulsive and don?tlike seeing things on the floor so I?d be the first to pick somethingup.This is important in early childhood development because we don?t wantthings that a child might. Zed found the side door unlocked and quietly walked in. He followed the sound of the shower until he entered Cindy's bedroom. He stood behind the door watching her shower. As she turned her back and rinsed her face in the water. He moved into the doorway. He took her towel that was laying on the sink and flipped it on to the bed, where Cindy had her clothes laid out. He then stood in the doorway watching as Cindy bent over to turn the water off. Zed's eyes were focused on her ass, he couldn't. By the time we were in fifth and sixth grade she invited us over to help decorate the house for Halloween and Christmas. When I entered eighth grade, Mrs. Bradford was ninety-seven. She was still spry and moved fairly easily but she wasn’t twenty-three any more. That September we had a heavy thunderstorm one Thursday. Actually a whole series of them. There were trees down around town and a lot of fallen branches. At school several of us were talking about the storm. Norma had moved away, but.