He wasn’t the pretty boy that Kurt was, age and life had etched a different kind of maturity to Jacks face. He didn’t look forty-five, but neither...did I! I watched as his muscular chest rose and fell to the rhythm of his deep sleep. Jack has slightly thinning brown hair, with strong areas of gray around the temples. His moustache is also gray and white, a family trait! I put my head back down on his chest soaking in the events of what we had done last night. I had cum so many times, I never. Before I realised what was happening she let out a series of yelps then started screaming, “Fuck yes, fuck yes, yes, yes, oh yes.” As her orgasm exploded her pussy flooded my face with a flood of her ejaculation juice. The tasty love juice flowed over my face and onto the bed. I swallowed as much of her love juices that my mouth was capable of trapping. When her orgasm had subsided Aunt Joan slid down my body and engulfed my throbbing cock with her hot succulent mouth. She was deep throating me. "I felt my jeans tightening as my boner awakened. I licked my lips imagining me sucking my best friend's cock, and him fucking my ass silly."Jake would you please solve this diagram?" Mr. Harris said."Wh-what?" I asked, realizing I had no idea what was going on."Come up here and do this for us." Mr. Harris repeated."Shit. How am I going to hide this boner?" I asked myself.I put on my thin jacket and walked up to the document camera."Okay. This is easy." I told myself as I diagramed it.When I. I'll do my best to clean up my language—no masculine nouns or pronouns. Any other 'recommendations' I must obey to get along in this new world of yours?Amy: You've missed the point completely Michael. I just want to be your equal, not your boss.Michael: Well maybe I don't want to be your equal. If we get equality in the world, it will only be because you forced me into it.Amy: Look at your name? Michael Adamson Chauvin III. Do you want your progeny to trace their ancestry back to your.