I squeezed herfirm, naked little ass and ran my fingers up between her legs frombehind, giving her juicy, wet pussy a little feel up as we headedfor t...e bedroom. I could feel my cock returning to its formerhardness with every step I took. By the time that we reached thebedroom that my mother shared with my father, I was ridiculouslyhard again, so hard that you'd think it was a wonder my nuts didn'texplode in her face."Fuck me, Mom," I begged as I spread myself across the mattress."Sit on my. Now raise your left arm and just touch the back of your head lightly... good' He was guiding my hand. 'good. very good.' he said as he started to back away. Just then he glanced down and back up as if he was afraid I would see him looking at my body. He reminded me of a drunk checking me out in a bar. He stopped for a second staring at my breasts. They were big and he was noticing. Maybe he was noticing how hard my nipples were. He turned away suddenly, addressing the class as he did. This. Could you? And none of it made sense, she'd spent last weekend with the young couple, and Matt had seemed more than attentive."You know, there is the honeymoon period. Marriage is a lot of work, Karen. Maybe you guys just need a tune up or to talk it out?" Not that Amy would know, her own romantic pursuits could be compared unfavorably to a nuclear reactor. After it melted down. What was it about her that only attracted pigs and serial cheaters? Why couldn't she land a nice man like her best. It is Marsha's duty in life to do what it takes to please me. And no matter how painful or humiliating it is to her, she does what I want done. I'll give you some examples of some of our adventures as I now call them.For a two-week period, I took Marsha on a local Chicago bus that took teenagers home from school in a very rough Black section of the city. Marsha would always wear a white button in the front blouse, and a short black skirt. She never wore anything underneath. As the bus filled.