I stood there in relief holding the baby-doll garment free of any semen stains. My knees buckled with the intensity of my ejaculations and then to my ...orror, I heard someone downstairs. I had to run, but my jellified legs wouldn't move. I could hear Mother moving towards the door at the foot of the stairs and yet I stayed still like a rabbit in the headlights spewing my cum down the stairs. Somehow I had the insane reasoning that I couldn't move until my penis had shot its last projectiles. I. I would rather just die. So I asked her out, to the movies Friday night. We went, took her home, and sat around on the sofa in her house. It was a big and very fancy house. Her father was a doctor, my dentist, and very powerful in the town. He was also powerful in life, a serious guy not to get on the wrong side of. Not a guy to have know that I wanted to fuck his daughter, either. It would be a painful slow death. Or to know that I stroked my cock to dreams of her tits. Because her mother. The golden water spraying her thighs and running down her legs before being washed away. She was tempted to taste it, but resisted the impulse as she didn’t have time to get herself aroused again. She applied a blob of shower gel to her stubble, massaging it into her mound and either side of the folds of her labia to her arsehole, and then reached for the razor. She began to shave, inserting her index finger into her hole and clamping the fleshy hood of her clit between it and her thumb, being. I put it all away in the darkest corner of the lowest drawer and coveredit with other boxes. I knew then that Tom wasn't completely full ofshit about Beth's submissiveness in the bedroom. At some point she posedfor those pictures, right? She dressed in those clothes that soexaggerated her plumpness because Tom requested it, surely, and althoughshe didn't appear happy about it, she struck those sexy poses. And sheeven allowed him to cum on her face and then photograph the results!What a woman,.