I don’t know how to tell you…..Mom : tell me how ever you can, son………. I will understand….….I : you will understand, mom…., you won’... be angry….?Mom : yes, son……. I will understand. You’re my son and I will not be angry……. I promise….I : mom….. I …… I ……… I ………. want to ……She give me a kiss and…….Mom : yes, son……. say whatever is in your heart…….I : mom…. I want to fuck you……Mom : yes…… you may fuck me……. It’s ok……..I : is it ok with you mom….?Mom : yes, son….of course it’s ok…… you’re my son. Roger pulled Marty's ankles up until the boy rested only on the back of his neck and shoulders. Marty was whimpering like a beaten dog by now, realizing what was about to happen to him, about to be taken from him, but like the bitch he was he kept quiet and his eyes on his owner's face.Perched above his slut, Roger laid his massive cock on top of Marty's, both point directly at his face. Roger's dick dwarfed Marty's. "The difference between a man's cock and a boy's dick, whore. But your dick. Harry not only expected that as a male he would be the boss but he dominated in such a way that women generally shied away from him, proving to him that as a man he was expected to dominate.Whenever Harry spoke of women the terms that he used included things like “bitch”, “whore”, “chick” or “splitee”. Harry showed no respect for the ladies at all. In fact, he showed little if any respect for anyone. Most thought Harry was. simply put, an ‘arsehole’.Despite Harry’s sexist approach to women he. The cool draft underneath her gown reaches her wet pussy and the feeling is so intense.Angie's brown eyes ,sparkling in the light ,catches a movement almost beside her and she is startled at first and turns to run.Suddenly someone reaches out behind her and pulls her to him. She is startled at first but his hands are familiar and she knows his touch. He runs his hand down her shoulder and down inside her dress. The other hand is loosely around her small neck in a tender hold so she is not.