They sat on my back (Claretta grindingher pussy into my ass while Kent's genitals dangled in my wet hair) andmade me carry them -- though of courseI m...oved much too slowly, whichbrought me another spanking.Then they decided to have me play "fetch" but had no ball to throwuntil Chris, seeing their difficulty, took off his shorts, knotted themup, and tossed them over. I had to pick the awful things up in my mouthand hustle them to the children while Claretta counted out loud. When Ihad finally. That was the reality that she now could do things she'd only fantasized about and dreamed about -- which in many respects were things she'd never been seen doing or known of doing before.Lauren had seemed to be a very nice, very responsible and very good girl. She'd always worn clothes that weren't too tight, too revealing, or too suggestive. In her last two years of school, she'd really started to develop the curves and roundedness of a developing young woman. In her sophomore year, Lauren had. .she wants to climax now more than anything. She's so wet...and I greedily slurp at her, drinking what her body gives me..I move up, and put all my focus and energy on her engorged clitoris, sucking it into my mouth and flicking the hard bud with my tongue, backwards and forwards and around and around, in a steady quick motion - I want her to cum..find that release finally. Keeping up the relentless sucking and licking on her clit, I sense her getting closer and closer - I won't stop now until. I was, however, content; happy in a way I had not been for a very long while. As we listened to Rodriguez' Concerto d' Aranuez, I chewed it over. Even before the divorce, the stress at work and the poisonous atmosphere at home, I'd suffered from impotence. I know about erectile dysfunction. I know it happens to most older men at some time, and it's usually psychological, but it was easier to avoid involvement. I'd experienced no intimacy for years. I was scared. I was scared of changing from.