"It is what it is," I replied, as I felt my son's hands on my hips as he lowered me back down on his lap and...onto his cock!I yelped in surprise and ...Alex asked, as he turned down the radio, "You okay?" Yes, I just got poked," I weakly responded, unable to not say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through me as my son's, cock, which felt bigger than my husband's, was buried in me, his hands firmly on my hips holding me in place."Okay," he nodded, as he turned the radio back up as. I am now going to remove your gag so you can eat and drink, but I warn you, one word, just one will make your whipping of the other day seem like child's play."I lay there motionless afraid to move while she removed the gag. I wanted desperately to say something to Jane but didn't dare. She then released my hands allowing me to hold the plate and glass and to feed myself. I sat up on the bed, my back aching from the restraints. I almost began to cry, I was just so happy to at least have a. Wewould sneak out late at night, meet in the barn on my farm, make love, andthen head back to our homes before morning. It was the best year of mylife.You probably have never been in love, poor Kip. Let me tell you, it's apain in the ass. You will sacrifice anything just to be in the presence ofthe person you love. You will take risks, stupid risks. The need in yougrows so deep, so achingly deep inside of you, that you would rush into aflaming house or dive off of a cliff if it meant just. "I'm not from Kiama, I'm from Minnamurra." Same thing" There's Kiama, then there's Bombo, then Kiama Downs and thenMinnamurra, it's at least a few kilometres away, we even have our owntrain station." And the electricity was turned on last year," comes the stingingreply."I wish you two wouldn't fight," Bonnie says."Just a little verbal thrust and parry to help pass an otherwise dullday at the mill," Louise says. "Isn't that right my dear."I curtsey, bat my eyelids, give a sweet smile, "Oh you.