“Do you swallow?”“I don’t know. I never have.”He reached back down and took a handkerchief out of his pants pocket. “In case we have a mes...s to clean up,” he said.He leaned back, and I started sucking him again. I found I could get five or so inches into my mouth before I started to gag. I gripped him so that when my lips touched my hand, I had as much of him as I could manage in my mouth. I started to pump up and down on his cock again, swirling my tongue around the tip when it was mostly out. Already someone in my life,” John said.Breaking down a little, “I’m so sorry John. You listen so well. You are so articulate. I’ve been without a man for a long time. You ... you can leave if you need to. I don’t usually throw myself at someone, but you are so caring and attentive.”“Kathleen, I will not leave. I have things to do for you, Donald and Emma. Consider this a minor miscommunication, that’s all.”John found the tools in the garage to start the repairs he had to do. Donald came in and. Abi had called her journey emotional, but the concept she broadcast wasBinah: the bride, the womb, and the mother of Understanding. It wascontemplation and it was knowledge; that which was given in extra measureto women.The intellect my father pursed was the Chokhmah, the primary force ofcreation. It was also the father, the first insight, the intuition.And it was selflessness.Selflessness? That was antithetical to everything I knew about my dad.He'd been a terrible father: absent from my life.. ”Kayla stroked him faster with her clinging canal. Enthralled by the feeling of control, she said, “I think I’d like to come on this big cock again. Make me come again, and I give you permission to fill me up. Can you do it, my little lamb?”“I...” His eyes closed tight, and he growled. “I... I can’t, Mistress Kayla.”“You’re going to come inside me without permission? Fill my hot little pussy full of cum before I say you can?”“I’m sorry, Mistress Kayla,” he said through his tight.