We repeated the same procedure for her left nipple, then her right nipple one more time. At which point she got up and knelt in front of me.The vixen ...as back to rubbing and licking my dick through my pants, but being much more elaborate this time. Running her tongue from the base all the way to the tip. Spitting on my pants. Blowing bubbles to show off her wet mouth. She asked if I was a nasty little white boy. I told her I was. She asked if I wanted her to play with my big dirty white boy. I played around with some things that might have made for adifferent me. I considered changing my occupation to something moreinteresting, but I only made two major changes. One plus was that I addedthat I could drive and owned a car. One thing that I might have regrettedbut for some reason hasn't bothered me much... I switched my dietary habitsto vegan. I don't know why I kept that or made that switch. It seemed likea funny idea at the time.I finally completed their application process. At the. Well, not on my watch. I hastened my strokes against the helpless pussy and finally, the brunette surrendered to the stimulation and let out a powerful jet of girly cum. It wasn't as much as the blonde, but if was enough to be considered as a squirter.I pulled the dildo out and watched the cunt gaped as if it too needed air. When the cunt stopped gaping, I filled it up with the dildo all over again."Ahhh, please stop." the brunette cried."Please stop what?" Please stop, master. Please oh. It was why I had an attraction to my mother. After this weekend, I was also appreciating Sam’s nubile form.Now I was seeing Tonya as a blossoming woman. She was still wearing her Sunday dress, white stockings cladding her delicious legs, her skirt falling down to her knees, covered in a floral pattern. There was just a little bit of a neckline, and not nearly enough to show off any cleavage. She was a petite girl, the opposite of my curvy figure.“It’s just been busy with Mom out of town,” I.