"Just ignore old Cyrus here. He's just jealous. He ain't got no sisters, an' he's too young for daughters, and his mom was a thousand miles away when ...e was collected." Fuck off," Cyrus said genially.Danny laughed, and I turned back to the four women. I handed Stacy's card back to her. "Don't go away."The next girl was a very pretty blonde. She shoved her CAP card at me. "I'm Riley and I'm sixteen," she told me. "You've got to take me. I'm the youngest. I'll last longest." You'll also probably. .” she stops midsentence to slide her tongue up my index finger, “… very, sexy too.”She brings that finger and my middle finger into her mouth. She closes her eyes, hums quietly and sucks and all I can do is sit there on my knees staring dumbly up at her as a fire hits my crotch. She brings my hand out of her mouth and leans in for a kiss.But this kiss feels so different than last night’s kiss. This isn’t the fast-paced wrestling match of lips and tongues I felt the moment we kissed last night.. Maybe some day! This next story comes from Bob, another reader. Sometimes our child does the kind act. As a kid, my parents raised us pretty much the same way as described by Memorable Event: our clothes weren’t the most stylish, but good, toys were not the most lavish, but nice. And we were proud of them! We learned the hard way when we were stubborn-headed about some things through the use of a good hand, belt, or switch (and it better be a good one!). I love my parents for what they done and. A sheen of sweat glistens on our bodies.We slide down the wall together a tangled of limbs. I gently untie your wrists placing soft kisses on each one and massaging them. We kiss softly at first just enjoying the after glow of the intimacy. “You know we aren’t done” you say. “I have a special surprise for you. You noticed the new toy right?” I nodded. “Well let me show you how it works!” you smile wickedly. You head over to the bed and take the dildo with the strap. “It works like this” She.