He pulled out again and shoved it in a third time when I felt like something just opened up inside my throat, I was now getting face fucked. His big s...eet smelling black balls were slamming on my chin as he fucked my face hard and fast. I was a total cock slut bitch, I could not believe what was happening to me but I did love it, I mean I really loved it. I didn't care what my wife thought either. As I was embarrassed a few seconds ago, worried what she might think. Well that all didn't matter. " Yeah," Dad nodded, "You usually wear two, or none. This time you've got three." Well," I remarked, "a new age, a new sexual status, and my last school day in the Program; it's a good thing to mark with a change in grooming ... on both ends."Breakfast was an omelet; nothing fancy, just eggs and cheese with some yellow bell pepper and crispy bacon chopped up in it. There was toast, and instead of fruit juice, Dad had made a sorbet of orange and lime. It was a bit less sweet than a desert sorbet. “You made it, great come on up to the top floor were waiting up her for you”Donald got up and hovered by the door for a couple of minutes until the door pushed open and he welcomed two men who Fiona knew to be the owners of a sports clothing company she was currently in discussions with in order to bring their business in their direction. She’d had a few meetings over the last few weeks with Simon Tranter and his partner Mark Lyons but the price was always a sticking point and a deal seemed to. That incident changed my intention towards her completely. I started starting at her breasts and checking out her ass.After class 9, I was introduced to Indian sex stories. These stories gave me some confidence and inspired me to work on my story.She casually came to my house twice or thrice a day to meet my mother. I started looking at her without fear of being caught. In fact, I wanted her to catch me staring at her. So that she slaps me or punishes me. But nothing of this sort ever.