" Oh, Mum!"Their arms tightened around each other.After that they talked about what Tina and Christopher had discussed about meeting his parents and t...he wedding. Rosie agreed with everything they proposed and was even more impressed with Christopher.They all sat together to enjoy some more of Christopher's gin, had a happy and delicious dinner and then, while Rosie saw Arthur to bed, Christopher and Tina did the clearing up.Tina went to Christopher's bedroom."I'm not just here to say. I only understood this when I was talking with dad afterwards as she was writing these things down.[Here are my own thoughts after listening to Katy (not her real name, of course, but close enough).]I agree with what my daughter said above, except where she says she’s not sure if she was good. Regardless of what else has been said, I experienced one of the best orgasms of my entire life. However, like she says, you should take her advice to heart. We didn’t quite know what we were doing, even. In my dreams, I didn't call him Master like I did whenever I was with him. I would call him by his real name, at least I think it was his real name. I would dream about him kissing me tenderly, like he did anyways, but his cock would be moving slowly inside of me, cherishing the moment as we made love; yes in my dreams, we were making love, not just pure fucking. I always wished this was the case in real life. He was tall. 6 feet 2 inches, possibly. His muscles were well defined, his stomach. I savour all the scents that our combined bodies emit. She slipd her hand under my arm and fondles the dense growth of hair growing there. Her body crushes down against mine. Her cunt grinds sweetly over my own and my mind spins. But I am still conscious of the danger that we could be in if a guard were to catch us at this moment. A light flashing into the cell and then the door opens and we are torn apart and dragged into the interrogation room. I cannot even imagine the degree of punishment.