He had been standing justoutside the door and heard everything,There was a slamming of the front door as Dexter ran out of thehouse.Lynn started to go...after him, but Ms. Greer gently took her hand."No Lynn. Let him go. He has to vent his rage right now and you and Imust understand that. Think of what is being asked of him by us andwhat is being decreed by the Queen. Yes, give him his room to venthis anger and fear." But where will he go?" He will be picked up shortly I'm sure, and I will get a. I took John's coffee back into him, hearing the shower running in the bathroom. "Did you see us fucking"? I asked John and he nodded he had been watching us."Did you wank yourself"? I was looking him in the eyes, more self conscious of the noise of water running from the shower.I think John was beginning to catch my drift, he answered me, "I would prefer to fuck you instead".Three minutes later as my husband showered I straddled John as he lay on his back on out living room carpet, riding his. Is all I could say as I pile drove my cock in and out of her tight wet pussy…she then locked eyes with me “fuck me harder daddy….give it to me, I want you to love me as a woman….your woman… Give me your cum daddy!!” That did it…I rammed into. My face was still baby-like and my voice hadn't begun to change. Every time I looked in the mirror I stopped looking and wished impatiently for my beard and mustache to come in, like my classmate Barry Sullivan, who had to shave his upper lip every other day.When I got home John was gone. Mom was quieter than usual while she set the table and dished out dinner.She took a bite of casserole. "You know, John said something kind of interesting today. He said I owned you. I never thought of that.