Jane knew that something was amiss. Her mother would have said something, unless some disaster had required both her parents to leave the house. What ...ould it possibly be? Why was Penn's mum here?However, sit she did."Where is my mother?"Magda didn't answer. She turned to Jane, and regarded her intensely.Her eyes were captivating. They were a brilliant blue, and the pupils were black as pitch. No light was reflected from them, and Jane felt herself drawn into them."You love my Penn, don't you,. He usually started out stroking her clit and talking through his latest 'dirty thoughts' that invariably revolved around cuckolding in some way. He stroked her to two satisfyingly orgasms before she switched to sitting astride his face and riding his tongue. He found the symbolism of her sat on top of his face very erotic and he liked to fantasise that he was eating a cream pie. It almost always resulted in the pleasure of no hands erection for his little wanker as he liked to call it. After. Her black high-heel landed with a soft slap on my ball sack and sent a spasm of sharp, hot pain up into my spine.She kicked my balls again, and I grunted with the impact.“Oh Chris, I love the feel of your smashed balls on my foot.”It was like I was dancing with Layla, and she got to make all the moves.Each time her foot slapped into my balls, a shock of pain jolted up my abdomen, followed by a small surge of pleasure.“Face me, Chris. Don’t try to hide your balls from me,” Layla warned.Layla was. ‘No more than a few days, I normally take the week before classes start off and then get back to it after, so I would think I should be back Friday or Saturday at the latest,’ Valerie answered. The idea of going almost a week without seeing Michael made her feel empty inside. ‘Well, I look forward to dinner when you get back, if you don’t mind may I call you through the week if I have any questions about the upcoming term and my classes,’ Michael asked. He was hopeful that he would be able to.