A virgin mother of twelve would be the kind of thing to start a new religion, he had enough religions already.So, why not fuck the living shit out of ...he girl? He probably couldn’t have told you himself if pushed to explain. He wanted to demonstrate that he had the right, and the power; and he also demonstrated that he could choose when, where and who. But that didn’t really explain it. Perhaps he had a bit of decency? Yes, that was it. And he didn’t want the townsfolk hearing that he was a. The next few weeks were a mixed blur of longing and frustration. Theweek following our meeting, a package arrived in the mail to my secretP.O. Box. Inside was a very sexy nylon/lycra pair of panties...with anote that said, "When you wear these, think of being my girlfriend, LoveM"...I was so excited I couldn?t think straight. The following week, Ireceived a package in my P.O. Box that contained: a pair of real silkstockings, a 6-garter belt, and matching satin and lace panties andbra...all in. " "Your prick is extremely stiff right now, Henry. I think you enjoy the way I'm jacking on it. But I think what you really need to relieve the extreme stiffness in your cock is some long, wet sucking. I happen to be willing to put your cock in my mouth, dear, and suck out your load of cum. Would you think it so awful if I willingly gave a cocksucking session to my very own son?" Henry didn't answer. Margaret jacked on his enormous prick harder, making more cock juice ooze out. That was a different story.She moved her finger in circles inside her hot dripping wet cavity. One finger was always enough for her. Her vagina had learned how to adjust to the smallest hard item she could find to stick inside her pinkness. She found, when she was a teenager, she had that ability and thanked God that He had blessed her with such an adapting pussy.She moaned as she wiggled her finger inside her hot box and took her other hand and started rubbing her clit. Rubbing her clit always.