Perhaps I should have started withthose but after I finish this story I will start posting more single partstories.I feel that this way I will be able...to contribute to FM more often, sayat least once a week. I also think that this will allow me to set up moreof the background for this universe by doing my stories in this format.I hope you guys understand and let me know what you think either in thereview section or sending me an. Michael continued to lick my foot, and as he was closing in to my pussy, I began to feel a strange pleasure. This gratification made by the massage on my mound was such unbearable! it made me reach to an orgasm almost immediately, grinding my hips. Still modesty tried to play a role here, to stop this boy, but Michael's smiling face calmed me down. I tried to impede but it was no go as he began to slide off my panty. Probably Michael was conscious I had been keenly needful for sexual. I wish I had been fast enough to capture her creamy goo before it hit the water. I switched off the massager after I was sure her orgasm had ended. I removed the blindfold from her eyes, and the gag from her mouth. "That was damn sneaky," she reprimanded me in a good natured manner. "And I loved it!" "I couldn't resist that surprise," I told her. "Well give me another. Something wet. Not water. And I want it down my throat." I winked at my wife as I moved higher in the tub. I straddled her head. “No, you’re not! You’re a better man now than you ever were before. You could have seized your opportunities and ran with them, keeping everything for yourself. But you shared, giving people most of society would have written off a chance and they worked hard to prove themselves. Grandma Greely once told me they all worked so hard because they didn’t want to disappoint you. Even now, you’re still giving, in mentorship programs, sports teams, educational opportunities, anything anyone can think.