“And…the cunnilingus!” she adds, with a lustful smile. “Cunn-er-what…?” the stud replies. “The way you…’eat pussy’…” the MILF ...replies, framing the vulgar expression with air quotes. “Yeah, I love eating pussy! And you’ve got a premium snatch!” the stud replies. “Everything about me is premium, darling…” the MILF assures him. Soon, they are making out again as Aaron’s dick starts to stiffen into a fresh erection. A long afternoon of torrid sex is still in store for them, with Aaron sweating. When I land a few heavy strokes along the top of her thighs she cries out and tries to pull her arms toward her but is stopped short by the restraint. I ease off in intensity for a moment striking her mostly with the flat end of the crop but increase the speed at which I land each blow. She lays her head to the side facing away from me and I make my way to the other side of the bed, picking up the cane as I move toward her. The blanket is marked by the wetness of her tears and her eyes. EpilogueTime: Sunday, 8 January 1815 in the Third RealityI arose early this morning and spent some time gazing out the window of our bedroom here at O’Connell House. The fields are all empty at this time of year and there was still some water visible on them from the recent rains. As I looked at the fields, I considered some of the many things that had occurred over the last twelve years. A number of our older employees have retired but they still live here with us in their houses near. It is a bit longer than the first, but that is because I wanted to try to capture everything.Again, respectful comments are appreciated.As I lay in bed that night I couldn’t help but think back to what had happened earlier that day, to Steve & I jerking off to the porno mag. In just moments I was hard and started stroking myself as I re-lived it again. I kept thinking about how much I enjoyed watching Steve stroke his cock, how comfortable with himself he was in front of me. How I think I.