He then rubbed his cock in the cum and kept sticking it in my mouth to clean off. When he finished wiping up the cum globs with his cock and feeding t...em to me, he sat on my face and wiped up the rest with his balls. Then he put his balls in my mouth for a cleaning. I was so turned on I came in my panties (when I looked in the mirror later, I looked like a totally used slut with cum smeared mascarra all over my face). As he was laying back on the bed recovering (as I nursed his limp cock) I. Ted had stuffed her handbag with notes and was pressing more money on her to double her bets. Peter hoped the excitement of horses trotting under the arc lights would interest Jennifer but still she was unimpressed. Together they leant over a rail watching the gigs flash past. ‘I love the sound of the swishing tires and the thud, thud, thud of the hooves. There’s almost a symphonic poem in the strange musical sound. No wonder the lure of the track is strong for so many people. Even the sounds. He started making noises like he might cum but nothing was happening. I looked into the pillow and the white pillow had been painted black with my mascara. I couldn’t continue crying if he was nowhere near being emptied. “Arghh you win. You have to stop,” I shouted. He slowly came out, and I turned over, he saw how much pain I was in and felt bad. I told him off “Don’t feel bad. I wanted you to give it to me, and you did like no-one else has. Let’s clean you off and finish you off ey?” I stood. I took advantage of that frequently, not just because Mrs. Myers was a good cook, but also because I enjoyed being around their family. As an only child whose parents both worked long hours, I was alone a lot. Sitting around a dinner table talking about the day's events with a real family, like the ones I saw on TV, was a new and enjoyable experience for me.It didn't take long to see that Pete had inherited his openness from his mother. Anne Myers was one of those naturally inquisitive people.