When the first spurt strikes the velvety walls of the womb, it always feels like the most important moment of my life.When it happens, I try to hold o...n as long as I can, moaning something like "Mom, Oh God, oh mom...!" but eventually a long squirt strikes the back wall of my mother's womb and many more follow at a natural, throbbing pace. The spermatozoa go wild and start their quest. Mom's thighs twitch and hips twist and her warm shudders make me shoot again and again. I try to instinctively. " Then, June stuck out her tongue and licked her lips for the blow job. She got down on her knees in those sexy bra and panties. June was ready to give me monumental blow job and her first swallow. I approached June and she gave me a lip licking wicked smile. June knew that type of behavior would drive me insane. She was right. I was was on my way for the blow job of a lifetime. June gave my cock and balls a sensual rub and massage. She was becoming an expert around my cock. In no time, I was. My cock pushed into her mouth and throat, growing rapidly. Mom groaned from deep within, her tongue circling my firming cock. She ground her mouth on me, forcing every inch into her face, mouth, and down her throat. Her other hand reached around my hip, firmly grabbing my ass, pulling me forward roughly, her nails biting, stinging my flesh. I thrust my hips against her face."God it feels good Mother," I whispered. "Suck me!" I continued. I started soft, but forceful thrusts against her face,. It wasn't until I met the English as people, one on one that I began to shed my hatred. You can hate a race or a nation. It's much harder to hate a person.By the way, if you think I exaggerate the brutality to and sheer hatred of the Irish by the Ironsides, well I don't. Solemn reports were issued in England describing that many of the Irish had tails. Massacres were joyfully reported by the Lord Protector as deserving all praise to God for working such marvelous wonders. The Irish were.