. .’ Miguel moaned, running his fingers through my hair. He stood still, and I took that as encouragement. My body tingled as he massaged my scalp �...�� it reminded me, strangely, of when my mom used to wash my hair – and I heard myself moan. Mimicking what I had seen in my brother’s porn magazines, I glided my lips back and forth, sucking gently but firmly, swirling my tongue round and round and round . . . . The sensation, and the knowledge, that I had a penis in my mouth – I’m sucking dick!. “Not all the girls, who will marry whoever they chose, if they want to get married at all, can have your children. Only those in Skylar’s father’s harem will carry your children. If you check, another’s sperm has fertilized all those, including women married to husbands who are unable to impregnate them.”Another girl made a connection to this one to join our conversation, uninvited.“David,” this newcomer, Alanis, began. “I’m going to let you in on a secret no one has told you and that you. Susan, also in her early fifties, is even shorter than Sara, barely five feet tall. She was wearing a flowing red dress, belted at the waist, with a stylish sweater, unbuttoned, over the top. I noticed the unbuttoned sweater as she pressed herself into me because I could very easily feel the nubs of my mother-in-law's nipples push into my chest through my sweatshirt. Momentarily I tried to pull back but she maintained her grip, shifting her hands up to pull my face down into a kiss causing her. She stood close to her husband, her large green eyes remaining mostly on him amidst all the strangers. ‘I’m so glad you could make it,’ Kevin heard the familiar Italian lilt greet. He looked up and there she was. His boss. His lover. ‘Nice to meet you again, Karen.’ Kevin barely heard her, watching dumbly as the women greeted one another. It had been a full month since their ‘business meeting’ with the Hammonds, yet still his mistress had this affect on him. Elegantly dressed as always,.