"That's right. Now I need to know more information so I can figure out what your punishment is going to be," I said. "How many times did you get fucke...?" "Since I last saw you?" she said. "Five times. I got fucked by my wife five times." "Anyone else?" I asked. She looked up, surprised. "No." "Okay," I said. "I believe that. Although I suspect you fucked yourself a number of times too, my little whore, but I will let those slide. How many times did your wife make MY pussy come? Did she eat my. Dan was letting out moans of satisfaction as my cock penetrated into his anal passage as deep as I could get. Mandy was massaging my prostate and that was all it took for me to shoot my seed into Dan's bowels. As I removed my spent cock, Mandy sucked it clean. I moved and she knelt behind Dan and rimmed his ass with her expert tongue robbing him of the salty mixture I had just deposited. Once she was finished, she rose to her feet and gave me a huge hug squashing her juicy tits into my chest,. Right in front of her, I didn't care. I had to cum!"No!" She slapped my hands away. "Don't touch yourself, bad boy." B-But..." I winced, not in pain, but with awful frustration."You don't cum until I say so, understand me?" Stacy warned me as she sat upright and pulled her skirt around her waist. "You have to bring me off first, Baby Bear ... Get on your knees."Her voice left no room for argument and my feverish brain wasn't capable of making rational decisions. If I had to lick her pussy and. “No!” I said, pulling my hand from her grasp crankily. “I have to go see her ... Shit.” I said, finding my sudden movement making my head pound even worse.“You’re not going anywhere, mister,” my mom said a bit crankily too. “She can wait until you’re not falling over while on your feet!”“No! I’m going! Just as soon as...” I said, trying to make my head stop its throbbing.“You’re not, and that’s that,” my mom said with her hands on her hips.“Sam,” my dad interrupted. “Let me take him to see her,.