Mrs. Waters was in the bedroom - must be about 6 months into their dating relationship - and she answers her phone. It seems Mr. Waters tells her he ...s running about an hour behind and she should nap so they can go out later. She agrees,exchanges pleasant goodbyes and hangs up. She brings her overnight bag up and undresses to her thong and bra. Fucking awesome body - needs my lips on those nipples though..Mrs. Waters naturally turns on the tv. She comes across the videos. She watches. And. You like all races have their little foibles that we poke fun at. Your need to appear modest, while still feeling underlying pride is one of the things that tickle us."I softened my righteous indignation in a combination of sheepish agreement and self-preservation. "I guess it is just our nature to be prideful, but my society has taught us that it is wrong to appear so." Yes, Malok has explained this to me. You do not need to feel shame." I don't. We humans need our pride. It helps to push us. It’s probably about 2am by now and we both falls asleep rather quickly from what I remembered. My dreams that night were s**ttered, unconnected random things and not waking up till about 8 the next morning. The light is streaming in, Jen is up and watering her houseplants still naked. Without her knowing I’m awake yet, I watch and take in her body, her impeccable physique and muscular back and glutes. She looks comfortable now, I think back to last week when she first undressed in front of me. She tightened her thighs on my head and moved to beat me on my back. I choked on the dildo and pushed against Momma but she tightened her thighs the more I struggled. I cried into the strap-on and Momma hit me harder, then she relaxed her legs and I pulled back off her but she didn't let go of my hair. She bent me over the bed and lightly stroked my breasts with her fingertips, dragging them from my nipples and along my sides, over my back and to my bottom, then repeating her gentle strokes. I.