"I want to give myself to you. Iwant to please you." "Is this how men have used you? They place their organsthere?" I fingered the buttered ori...ice. "Isn't that what all men do? I have known only my brothers,and one friend of my father's, but I had supposed that husbandsand wives couple so. I have seen dogs in the street mount abitch as my brothers mounted me." "MC," I tried to explain, "that is the wrong hole. Here --" I fingered her maidenly cleft, "is where I should plant. I left hickeys on her boobs. Her hand was on my crotch. I looked at it and then looked at her. She was looking at me. I asked her, “Are you sure?” She just smiled a little and nodded her head.I helped unbutton my jeans and pulled it out. My dick is little less than 7-inches. She held it with her hand and gave it a few strokes and pulled the skin back. Her hand felt good. I kissed her as she did it.She kissed my chest and kissed all the way down. She went on her knees and licked the tip and then. God knows I've been in this position many times prior, and I've always felt the same, anticipation, desire, craving, and most of all extreme excitement.And as much as I wanted to hide my enthusiasm for want was coming next, my pathetic cock kept giving me away, it, as always was stiff and dribbling pre-cum, which was noticed by Mistress Bee."You love every bit of this don't you, you’re such a slut."It was an argument that I was never going to win, I love being at her mercy, being helpless and. The guests invited by Bess gathered at the open bar. Devi and I got our drinks and followed the gang of miscreants into some bushes where a joint appeared. Not having smoked in years, I declined, but enjoyed watching Devi get high.We gathered food on a plate and found a corner of lawn to sit on and eat and talk."You planned me and Bess together?" I asked."Bess and I both, and your son involved himself." Thank you. It was brilliant." It's just not fair. It's all Bess's fault. Why did she marry.