She on her hands and knees, ass stuck up in the air, heavy breasts hanging down, her sweet face looking back at him. She had a pleading look that he understood. As inviting as her bare pussy was, as much as he wanted nothing more then to bury his cock deep in her and fuck the living shit out of her, he knew she needed more. She wanted something very particular...no...that is wrong. She needed something. She needed to suffer for him. She needed to cry for him. In those tears she was washed free and clean.

The first trickle of blood down her neck tickled far more then she had expected. The red liquid stained her skin as it fell down the shallow of her throat and over her collar bone. With slow deliberation it traced a red line down her right breast, just the side curve and then welled up until a droplet sprang free and dropped into the air to land on his flesh below her.

Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2004 02:43:05 +0100 BST From: David Williams davidwilliams82003yahoo.co.uk Subject: Understanding My Son 3 Thanks to all the guys who have e-mailed me with their comments. Thanks guys. Also thanks to the guy with the great pics he sent. They were very beneficial for my thinking about this chapter. If you have thoughts or views e-mail me at: davidwilliams82003yahoo.com.au Brenda and I dressed early and bade Jase Good night as we drove off to our Golf Club

The phone rang at exactly : as always. Sandy picked it up but said nothing. Instead she listened for his harsh breathing. His breath was ragged and hurried, he was well into stroking his cock tonight. "Hello?" She said in a sweet demure voice. At the same time she slid the covers back off her nude body and brought her knees up slightly to allow him a good view.

Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2004 02:43:05 +0100 BST From: David Williams davidwilliams82003yahoo.co.uk Subject: Understanding My Son 4 I rubbed my hand up and down my cock and spread the pre-cum over my knob. I pulled back my sons bedclothes and quickly jerked my big cock. I fired spurt after spurt of cum all over his sheets and then wiped the last flow onto the crotch area of his little boy pyjama pants. I left the bed un-made, and his clothing scattered. I climbed naked into the bed next to my wife and again allowed my hand to rub up and down the cunt that I had fucked so

She was laying on her back on the bed. Hands and feet tied to the wrought iron bed posts so that she was spread eagle and exposed. Naked except for a blindfold he had left her there for some minutes, her anticipation growing to a fevered pitch as she waited and imagined. When his hands caressed her naked flesh she almost screamed, having caught her off guard it was like electricity coursing over her. He was not gentle but nor was he rough. As he grabbed and felt and pinched and caressed, he was simple enjoying himself.

She was well used. Kneeling, cum dripping from her pussy, thighs coated with her own cum and his mixed, her asshole slick with lubricant and still gaping from a hard fucking. She was well used by him but, certainly not done. As she quivered another aftershock squished out more cum to drip down her legs. He too was very wet. She was such a good girl she ha squirted over him again and again as he fucked her, fingered her,

I slowly and deliberately stroked Emmas breasts. My hands were not gentle but not harsh. I applied enough pressure to get her great heaving tits ready for a milking. While this would not have been unusual for our play, it was different in that we were seated in a park on a picnic table in broad daylight. Other people in the park drove by without seeing what I was doing. From the roadway they couldnt see her white tank top was soaking through already. That her big nipples were stiff and leaking sweet milk as I played with them.

She was almost naked and sitting waiting for me when I got there. The hotel clerk gave me the key to the room and I ran my hand through my long hair and tried to fix it a little. The ride on my Harley had left it wind blown beyond simple repair so I left it with the wild look and climbed the stairs to her room. As I opened the door I was stuck by her perfume. Spicy and floral, with a hint of musk.

Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2005 00:44:38 +0000 GMT From: David Williams davidwilliams82003yahoo.co.uk Subject: Betting on Jeremy Chapter 1 Everyone looked as Jeremy literally swept into the betting area at Lemington racecourse. Here was the tall elegant eighteen year old on his first legal visit to the betting ring. Everyone had to look at the handsome, some would say beautiful young man. His blonde hair was cut and styled in the latest fashion, but what really took peoples eyes was his outfit.