It was the final humiliation. And she was ready. Yes… he was making her bend over in front of her. Closer and closer to her tongue. She would be u...able to resist and she would reclaim his seed for her own. But no… he stopped her. Millimetres from her tongue. No… surely not? ‘Keep your fucking eyes open, Linda. You don’t want me to make this bad for you, do you?’ She couldn’t even look in his direction – she was mesmerised. And drop by drop, with agonising slowness, his semen began to drip. Suddenly he stops kissing me. George: I just want to know, since you're not very experienced, will you feel good if I guide you? I do not understand exactly what he means, but at that moment it's too late. I want him, I need him. Me: Yes, of course. We start kissing again, but this time differently. He grabs my hair with one hand and makes me taste his tongue, then with his other hand, he takes me firmly by the throat. I would never have said that this man, who looked so kind and almost as shy. “Did Carrie tell you anything else in your dream?” I asked figuring my sweet little girl was making this all up.“Yes she told me everything would be OK and that Melissa and her would wait for all of us to join them when the time came,” Sherri said to me.“Wait for us where?” I asked her.“At their happy place on the lake where you hear the gentle lapping of the waves crashing against the shoreline. Where the moon dances upon the water, where stars shine bright to many to count,” that sweet little. I felt the bed move. Then I felt her long fingernails on my stomach. A second later she unbutton the only button on the front of my boxers. I then felt my hard cock flop out in the cool breeze of the room. A second later I felt a warm tongue on the tip of my cock. I moaned as I tossed her book on the floor next to the bed. "Buck! I've wanted you all day. You can't tell anyone about this. It is so wrong. I just can't help myself. Please!" she moaned. She then started to lick the tip of my cock..