"Carol started fingering herself while telling me the story."We were both in a frenzy. I was lying on top of Bill. I pulled his cock to my dripping ...cunt. Without planning, his cock slipped in. I moaned in sensual lust. I said, 'Put it all the way in.' He rolled me over, got on top and put his cock all the way in my cunt. I went insane with lust and loved the feel of his cock in me. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into my cunt. Like all teens, we. McGregor winced and forced her head down as she nursed dutifully, her efforts pushing him over the edge. She gagged a little, but held his pulsing member deep in her gullet, swallowing devotedly as her silken muscles drew out his emission. Thick wads of his ejaculate hit the back of her throat, her lips clamping around the base of his cock as she lapped at it with her long tongue.After a moment she rose, running her tongue across her soft lips to clean away a strand of his pearly ejaculate that. She would address me only with the single word “Boy” and look at me with her hand-held glass that made her eye look much larger than it actually was in reality.Yes, even with the brisk winter wind and the crowded platform, it was a relief to be out of the atmosphere of decay that had surrounded me at 444 Prefontaine Place. I wondered what life would be like there after the servants went on to their reward in another space and time. I expect I would wander the halls like some ghost of Christmas. This stove was in the corner of the living room, against the outside wall of the cabin, centrally located along that wall. The two sofas were at right angles to it, so that everyone was nice and warm. There were rocking chairs, and recliners facing the stove creating a hypotenuse of sorts. Everyone sat around that night… too tired and sore to even make it to bed, chatting and joking, and laughing with each other. Ronnie and I had a sofa to ourselves. It was the sofa we usually slept on — I sat.