His soft voice broke the silence a minute or so later. "Ah...Kayla, i can't breathe…" he muttered gently, gingerly disengaging her teeth from his neck as he stroked her hair gently. She whimpered wordlessly, still lost in her own head. He raised her chin, and carefully met her lips with his, as he delicately kissed her. She hugged him tightly and buried her face in the crook of his neck and shoulders. She reluctantly unclasped her legs and allowed his now rapidly drooping package to withdraw from her. He watched the small, naked creature in front of him, still gasping for breath as the orgasms subsided. Eventually, she regained a semblance of control, and bit her lip as she ran a hand through her now-dishevelled locks. Fuck, even her scalp was hypersensitive after that. She looked up at him, a disbelieving look on her face, as if she suspected that the whole thing might have just been a crazy fever-dream she was only mother now waking up from. Seeing Jordan standing in front of her, with a very Kayla-sized teeth-print on his neck, still short of breath, she felt a thick ribbon of cum drip out of her, dribbling down her inner thigh. He smiled at her, a puzzled but inordinately satisfied look MILF on his face. “Daddy?” he inquired, eyes filled with good-natured mirth. Her lips opened, then closed, then opened again, then closed. Her eyes widened as she gagging realized what she had said. She paused for a moment, as several options for response passed through her head, before mom choosing by far the most mature of them. She sprung over to where her clothes still lay grabbed them up, and bolted for the door like a startled rabbit, unlocking it and then closing it behind her. She sank against the door for a moment, feeling the cold wood against her back, and the reassuring softness of the carpet through the thin socks she still wore, as she covered her eyes with her hands. The scent of him filled her nostrils, as she smiled disbelievingly at him, herself, this whole situation. “Well, fuck.” Kayla muttered. This is part 9 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy raven and never had so much pleasure. Once we were on Vin's bed, I crawled between Shelly's spread legs raven and crooked a finger to Vin. The Slytherins—especially the males—seem to be gagging excited, some nearly salivating at what is to come. It all seemed rather silly and tedious to me after all these years. I parked my car in the garage under my apartment and went upstairs to change out of my suit. “Err yes, you probably knew that I was nervous but Zack has knocked that out of me, I’m looking forward to the first class. Your pussy, Tatyana.” “Is that right?” the man asked. "Hey, Colton, come shut this slut up." No matter how hard Megan tried, no matter how she made herself look, Brad always seemed to keep her at arms length. It MILF took her a moment, but she managed to settle down on my lap, my manhood nice and cozy you know where (not there, we haven’t gotten to that yet). The perfectly proportioned long legs were spread apart and installed the stirups mother on the table and place Abigail's shapely legs in the stirups before I inserted a length of clear plastic tubing into the corpse's rectum open on both ends up her rectum until mom it barely protruded from her stretched anus. I groaned as my lover grabbed my thighs. Her mother came, pulling Amy’s head harder into her pussy and moaning. He looked up. My cunt clenched. She, too, was somewhat overwhelmed at their surroundings.