Tears sprang into her eyes. Jane took her into her arms and comforted her. Holding her for a long time.When Susan was calmer, Jane kissed the tears fr...om her cheeks."Come, tell me of your new love." she said, cheerfully."Then you do know." Susan stated, concerned."Not from intrusion, my love. But you are unaffected by trivialities. Love is the only thing that could touch you so." Jane said, chuckling."You don't mind?" Susan asked."My dear, sweet darling, of course I don't mind. How are we to. She simply answered me, that not even in dreams, to stop thinking about stupid things. As for Malu, I had not raised this issue with her yet.You may ask yourselves, how is it possible to have a mistress, so to speak, and be very well with your partner or love her more? I am one of those who think that you can love more than one person at a time, at that time I loved my wife and at that time Malu was something new, the morbid youth, the tender, the forbidden, simple and purely carnal and I loved. My hot cum fountained into her; down her throat, over her tongue, into the roof. She began choking and coughing. I remained suckling her dripping girl organ.I squirted line after line of sperm into her mouth. She eventually stopped coughing and began collecting a pool of it in her mouth with her throat closed. My penis was basking in a sauna heated by that little girl’s mouth swooshing my cum through her teeth. My streams of sperm turned into pulses of ooze. Her mouth though was still. No one was actively looking athim, yet he felt like every eye was drawn to his secret. The woman hehad contacted -- or more correctly, the Mistress -- used the name Astrid,which might or might not be real. He had applied to be her submissivetwo weeks ago. She took her time responding and he feared he wouldn'thear back from her at all. Then, when she did send and e-mail, itdemanded a photo of him in lingerie. He had long wanted to take someselfies but had lacked the courage to do it. Being.