Tasting cum directly shooting it in your mouth and face is something extremely sexy and arousing, but still, the effing acrobatics are a spectacle, al...o a turn off, sincerely. What's the alternative then. Well, my alternative counts on you being the lazy ass that you are. One premise and only one: I will suppose that since you are reading this so intently, that you will be so gentle to share and to mention me, also I will suppose that you share with me fantasies about being a girl, sometimes if. We had decided to stay so didn’t go to our drop point when the two years were up. I was just barely getting by when Harold came along and we got married several months ago. When we were dropped, they told me I had to wait for a five-year mark to return if I didn’t go back at the end of two years. I knew I couldn’t make it alone until then so I decided to marry Harold. I didn’t know he was a drunk until after we married. I probably would have left him to go back. He wasn’t much of a husband you. In the meantime Sheriff John Stone was in Judge Mahoney’s chambers explaining what transpired last night with me. The Sheriff pointed out that this could be the opportunity the Judge had been waiting for, a pretty young girl with no way out except what he had to offer. The Judge shook his head and said, there is no way Jennifer would be interested in him and besides he continued I am too old for her; it just would not be fair to her. Sheriff John said to the Judge, don’t you think that is up to. " My landlady beamed another grin and said "good little boy, now over you go." My landlady positioned me again and then leaned over me to get hold of her slipper. I was sure I heard a noise behind me and tried to look up but my landlady pushed my head back down and said, "stay there and do not move until I tell you". "Now for the slipper," and with that I felt the first thwack on my already sore backside. The pain with the slipper was far worse than with the hand and I soon found myself.