I would not deny my son the pleasure of my promised special place, he would know the hot warm depth of my bowels , but I would not act in haste or lus...t.Brutus returned and sat a bucket on the floor. Here brother he said smear this on that mighty cock of yours and on her treasured rosebud. I turned my head and lay with my cheek pressing into the bed and said thank you Brutus, thank you so much.Brutus lay close to me and kissed me and nibbled at my ear, fear not mother, tonight you shall feel the. "What ails you, my dearest father? Are you ill?" inquired the young man, much alarmed."No, no, my dear Edmond--my boy--my son!--no; but I did not expect you; and joy, the surprise of seeing you so suddenly--Ah, I feel as if I were going to die." Come, come, cheer up, my dear father! 'Tis I--really I! They say joy never hurts, and so I came to you without any warning. Come now, do smile, instead of looking at me so solemnly. Here I am back again, and we are going to be happy." Yes, yes, my boy,. But she clung to it.Justin and Krista herded her out the door of their residential suite. They went down to the lobby. It was but a few minute ride to Penn Station by taxi, easily accessed by the subway, and it was possible to walk. But Justin and Krista? They needed to take a Black Car. And so it was, they made their way to Penn Station in this relatively high level of luxury.For reason’s not entirely clear to her, Justin and Krista had decided to take the train in Coach. She didn’t care, but. Drifting up the shaft and over his balls only to return to her clit, rubbing in slow circles until once again she is riding the crest of her release. He watches her as she comes apart, only partially impaled on his sex. Her pussy spasms around the head of his cock and he loses what little control he has left. Pushing deep into her in one harsh thrust he can feel her body wrap around him, milking him with every pulse of her release. His hips thrust in and out of her, and he watches her folds.