My hands traced the pliant curves of her back and waist as we kissed, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. She broke the kiss and stepped ba...k from me, placing my hands on her breasts. With a wonderful passionate sigh, she tossed her head back as my hands began to squeeze and play with her nipples. I bent toward her and felt her hands on the back of my head pressing my mouth into her cleavage. She murmured girlish sounds of approval as I suckled her breasts, her hands running through. We both liked it, especially if I was wearing satin panties. Many a night I came home with my panties soaked in your daddy's fluids; front and back! He liked to rub it on my tight little heine too!" For god's sake mom; shut the fuck up will you!" I hissed into her hair."If my daddy knew that my pretty pink satin panties were soaked in come when I came home and kissed him goodnight on the cheek, he would have locked me up and killed your daddy," she giggled."I haven't been panty-popped for many. That’s why I was with my current girlfriend; she has the dirtiest, filthiest mouth I have ever heard on a woman. I was amazed Susanna had the stamina and had kept fucking for so long. When all of a sudden Susanna fell forward and turned round onto her back. I stood upright on my knees and there it was, Susanna’s fountain again, beautiful. Again, she shot a couple of foot in the air, a clear fluid and splashed all over her stomach and tit’s. She kept going for another five seconds again, then. After a few sips of the coffee she downed it and smiled at him. The drug used in her wine last night and in this coffee, were helping assuage her reluctance. ‘You had better get changed, if you want to continue,’ he stated, using the key words given last night, while she was hypnotized. Feeling unsure of herself she walked into the lounge where he was waiting. Last night it had been just a moment of fun, indulging him, in the spirit of a scientific experiment. Now sober, she felt foolish. She.