She was asking me to go down on her. She must surely have Joel’s cum in her, still. She must know how utterly humiliating and degrading an act she w...s asking me to commit, all for her pleasure. But was it all for her pleasure and hers alone? Was I right now not in pain from an erection that was tumescent and throbbing and uncontrollably dribbling fluids? Was I now not almost delirious in anticipation of what she would taste like? Did I not want to feel on my lips and tongue the slippery,. Although purely fictional, Tess is based on a real person. If she ever reads this she will know it is about her.Tess knew she was different from a very early age. She came from the usual dysfunctional family - the product of an alcoholic dad and a mom who never saw or heard anything. It wasn't so much that she was physically abused, she wasn't; it was the emotional abuse. Tess was always a little taller for her age and a lot smarter. She excelled at sports but always found a way to lose at the. We got to the top and the air was lovely and fresh. We found a bit of spare ground to eat the sandwiches we bought at the cafe. We laid in the sun holding hands. We laughed and giggled. Carrie said how dirty I had been and how much she had enjoyed the time we’d already spent together so far. She knew how dirty I could be and she knew there was more things we both wanted to try. Carrie saw the bulge in my jeans, it was quite busy at the Abbey and she knew she couldn’t do anything about it. . vanilla. And that’s fine, papi. It’s just fine ... just feel free to experiment and take some risks, dear. You’re my fiance, not to mention the father of my unborn baby.“You’re going to be my HUSBAND soon. You definitely matter, you have needs, you have rights, and you damn well have duties, okay?” our lover told Shawn now.Angelica was very reassuring as we dried off after the shower, but something in her tone reminded me of an auntie or big sister hitting on a timid male virgin. Well, she.