Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.They look gross when they kiss'E...ily - age 8'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presentsAnd listen.'Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate, 'Nikka - age 6(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every. If YOU'RE not going over THERE, then I'm just gonna have to bring Joey over HERE. And he's in the middle of a GAME.. That would be RUDE!You've got a really FUCKED UP idea of what constitutes "manners"!Oh, for the love of GOD!! .. ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'M GOING! .... . . . . . . . . At the table sat a man that Millie guessed was in his early forties, with dark hair, brown eyes and a five o-clock shadow. Italian, she thought... Or Greek... Not stocky, but large; not plump, but well-fed. No great. I felt my erection rub against my shorts. God he was huge. And I still couldn't take my eyes off of it. "Touch it," he whispered, almost gently, "It's not gonna hurt you."I hesitated. I couldn't let this go any farther."I can't," I pleaded, looking up at him, "What if someone comes in here?" I already told you not to worry about it, white boy," he admonished me. He then looked down at me and smiled. "And if you keep this up, someone is going to come in here. Right in here," he said as he ran. Then he dragged me to our room and threw me onto the bed on my knees. Without hesitation he pulled his pants down and shoved his cock into me from behind. This wasn't a position that we used too frequently, but the slap of his hips on my ass, reminding me of his hand there earlier, the feel of being prostrated before him, the feel of his hand on the small of my back, pushing me down, all caused my feelings of submissiveness to well up I was soon groaning in depraved lust."Tell me what you want.