Just look at you, covered in cum, it dripping from your ass, your just a little slut, and fucking proud of it too.” He said, almost guiltily, and c...ondescendingly. I didn’t even know what to say. I was still in ecstasy, I wanted more, way more, not just one load. I was covered in sweat, still shaking to an extent, and he was gathering up my clothes to get me out of there.“You’ll get your fucking C- ok? Just get out, don’t you fucking tell anyone about this ok? Just get the fuck out.”I. He and his family will be arriving around the first of February and will stay until the end of the month.”“Well done, George!” I exclaimed. “That will give us some time to show him around and explain what we’re trying to do.”“I hope you don’t expect to convince him to leave the army in thirty days, Paul,” he cautioned. “Jim is even more dedicated to the army than I was. It’s going to take a lot to get him to not only leave the Army and promise not to accept a commission with southern forces if. She is paying special attention to my cock, gently pulling my foreskin back and forth washing under my bell end and making me hard.My mother is washing herself, soaping her tits and gently massaging her nipples. She has squeezed the water from the sponge over them and is now standing washing her fanny in front of me with my cock ready to explode.“I think we better get out, it‘s pay back time for all the work I‘ve done for you, you can fulfil my sexually needs” my mother says. My mother wraps a. "He agreed and asked me to shower with him, which I did. I wanted to talk about his date with Megan before we got in bed. The predicament that he landed in with the gas running out on him was hilarious. And by the time he told me about the sex, I was sitting on the floor of the shower laughing so hard I had tears running down my cheeks.I suppose you'd expect me to be mad as all get out at him for letting Megan get away with her attack, but when I'd decided to finish up the contest, I'd accepted.