I've heard that there are differences but mine and Dad's are the only two cums I've ever tasted. Nor do I expect to ever taste any others.I didn't kno... what to do. Guys in school, those who weren't afraid to talk about their sexual successes, that is, everyone except those who were fucking their own mothers, those guys said that most of the girls swallowed but that some of them spit out the cum. I wanted to spit; I had no interest even in having gotten this far, and I'd much rather be. When I looked down all I could see was the perfectly shaped bottom split in half by a deep and mysterious crack covered by a dark colored thong under her loosely fitted running shorts. I could see up her shorts almost to her butt crack and appreciated just how finely toned her gluts really were. My big guy started to get a little excited again and I feared he was rubbing overtly between her muscular legs."Now try to lift your legs, Harry. Let's see if you still have some muscle under that. Tristan remarked that they ought to reach the cottage soon, and then Loudin was only half a day's journey further. Tristan stopped his horse about midday and waited for Graydon to pull up alongside. Graydon could see a small stone path leading north into the woods."From here we walk," Tristan announced, dismounting and gathering the reins of his horse."How do you know this hermit?" Graydon asked as he also dismounted."I got caught in an Orc raid not too far from here a while back and was. .What sort of dream is it when you can recall everyday events in suchclear-cut detail?I pinch the freckled skin above my left wrist. It hurts.Not a dream, then.But it's got to be some sort of hallucination. Because if it isn't...That's it! Ruth drugged me or hypnotised me so I'd be in no fit state tochase after her and raise the alarm. The contraption she took from me mustbe worth even more than Derek was led to believe.So why are my mental processes unimpaired? If there was a narcotic in.