But don't spoil me, I like it when you're rough.." *she begins probing her snatch* "Open your mouth" *She opens her mouth and stretches it wide**I sti...k my cock in as far as it'll go and thrust a couple of times* "Your pussy is gonna taste like 'that puddle' right?" Her - *nods* *I pull out my cock after gagging her and I tell her to hold out her tongue* "How about some lemonade for all that hardwork? I hope you've brought spare clothes in your bag.." *I relieve myself on her tongue and it. You circled your tongue around and around the head and slowly closed your mouth over it. You slid up and down the shaft -- slowly at first, but you built up some speed, only to stop at just the right moment -- all the way to the base of my rock hard dick.Then, you pushed me back, so that I was laying down on your bed. Before I knew it, you had climbed on top of me and slipped my longing dick into your soaking wet hole. You moved you hips in a circular motion first, then up and down. You moaned. She let my hair grow and curled it constantly sonobody would doubt my gender. Dresses and tights seemed to be my dailyapparel as pictures around the home all indicate Mother's passion forpink dresses.She taught me early on to clean, clean, clean the whole house all thetime, well, at least 8 hours each day. If I left a toy out, Mother wouldscream at me. It's not like she didn't let me play with toys, but whenfinished, everything in its place and a place for everything. This meantdolls in one. ”“I think if you’re asking me, you aren’t ready, because if you were sure, you wouldn’t be asking me.”“How did you decide?”“You do NOT want to go there,” I chuckled. “My decision-making process in that regard, with one very specific exception, was fatally flawed. And YOU were the exception.”“Wait! You regret every other encounter?”I shook my head, “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m saying my decision-making process was seriously flawed.”“Do you regret any of them?”“A few, including the.