I couldhave moved in with Dad after the divorce, but he's just plain dirty. Ipreferred living here with Mom and part of the arrangement was that Iwas ...o learn to be neat and clean, just opposite of my father's nastyhabits. So Mother makes sure I know there is a place for everything andeverything in its place."Jack responded by telling me he noticed how I often put things awayalmost before we were done playing with them. He told me he noticed thatthere were never any dirty clothes on the floor. I drank the whole yellow mess at once and enjoyed the feeling as mummy’s salty pee ran down my throat. We repeated the whole procedure until mum was all empty and I had drunken all her pee. “Now lick mummy clean honey” she said.“No, I won’t I have something else in mind.” I said and knew mum would like the plan I had developed. “We will leave the last drops in there, so I always know your pussy is dripping from pee and whenever I think of it I will be remembered of my mummy’s sweet pee dripping. The two gay brothers running the business in London, keeping in touch by ringing once a week on the new telephone and not having much to do with the Manor or its folk which was mutually most acceptable. Christmas was fast approaching, life in the manor house had settled to a dull roar, Monty now had moved from the loneliness of the east wing, to Fathers old room adjoining his mothers, at the front of the house, accessing her bed via a shared bathroom, more often than not sleeping with his. Well I could take no more,just the thought of being dressed in those pretty little girls clothes.With makeup being applied to my soft sissy face, was sending me over theedge.I'm sure one penis expanded a good inch between my fingers. I could feelthe heat from it, as the sperm flowed like a raging volcano along thetube. Hugging Prince tightly in my left arm against my chest. In no timemy whole hand was wrapped firmly around this hot pulsating organ.Thrashing wildly up and down the 5 inches of.