”And don’t cut yourself.”“Your concern for ones wellbeing is duly noted, One shall not cut onrself. Even though it might be an interesting exp...riment.”“I sure don’t know anything about your society my new friend, but cutting yourself with a Mono blade is anything but interesting.”Limbur grinned.” It is quite messy.”“I yield to your expertise. Narth do not use Knives on Narth Prime.”“How do you cut your food, then?” Limbur wanted to know.“Narth do not consume food that needs to be cut.”“Quite a. Just make sure their new bed doesn't have squeaky springs, haha."Mom was surprised, and quickly asked, "How do you know about squeaky springs?" Duh! Because I've seen a hundred jokes about them on TV."I think Mom wasn't too happy at being "Duh'ed". On the other hand, even Mom knew that "Duh" was a reasonable answer. Mom bit back her first response, then said, "You're right. Sometimes I forget about things like that. You should have been more polite though, just saying 'From TV' would have been. She walked around the bed and delivered the third strike and I gasped and felt a tear in my eye. The seventeen remaining strokes were delivered in the same clinical manner, each delayed by her slow movement around the bed; the waiting between the fire of the strikes as painful as the strikes themselves. My thighs were on fire, the pain all-consuming. I felt myself drifting mentally. I felt her hand run over my brow, over my cheek, caressing and comforting, then down to my breasts and to my. Ready to be licked again? No, that couldn’t be it. Enough is enough. Ready to be fucked I guess. Yeah, that has to be it. With all the licking I’ve been doing, and the stroking she was doing, my cock was rock solid again. I eased forward and took my cock in hand, guiding it towards her waiting pussy lips. I eased the tip of my cock into her love nest and felt a wave of pleasure shoot through my body. With the small shriek Sandy let out, I’m sure she was going through the same thing. I just kept.