Lost in him. I let out a wobbling, gasping, moaning, groaning “Please Master can I come? Please let me come please Master oh god Master please can I...?” I don’t stop asking, a burbling series of words keep tumbling out my mouth. He acquiesces.As I come, a myriad of thank yous, oh fucccckk and ohhhhhh gods release with me. He spanks my bottom a final time and turns me over. He hasn’t come and there’s more…. He’s inside me again and the orgasms start building again. He’s very good at granting me. I took one of her lovely nipples into my mouth and devoured it. I almost hated to pull it out of my mouth even for a second so that I could suck on its mate but I forced myself too. Traci was bent over my face with her arms out straight next to my head supporting her weight. Her breasts were handing down and swinging back and forth like two pendulums. They were keeping time to her pussy thrusting on my cock.I realized that when I’m fucking a girl I thrust up into her hard so that I ram my cock. ”But this day I do not do. I go to many layers, but there is still more beneath all and there I do not see. M’kamba has shame for me.M’kamba. She is dead, so many years ago I cannot understand. My children are dead, and the children of my children that I never know, and their children, and theirs, and so many that I cannot think it, all dead, so long ago.What happens to M’kamba when I am no longer there, when I am vanished and do not return from hunt? Is it only my fantasy, my wish, that. Instead, I cupped her far buttock.I have learned something about eighth-graders' asses, in contrast to those of some older subjects. If perchance an eighth-grader's ass appears to be perfect when seen in jeans — or in pajama bottoms — or in lightly ribbed white cotton panties, for that matter — then that eighth-grader's ass is guaranteed to be also quite perfect in its bare, fully exposed form.Case in point:The blushing peach before my eyes was, without question, exception, or reservation,.