"He stretched as his eyes fluttered open. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer. He kissed my forehead before saying, "Good morning, gorgeous."... smiled, and curled up closer to him. My long hair draped over his arm and pillow. My head was resting on his shoulder, my arm over his torso. "I think, we should make this morning memorable. Afterall, this is the first morning that starts the rest of our mornings together." What did you have in mind?" This."Without another word, I stripped my. But idk how necessary it all is. As a man I like to wear loose fitting clothing, clothing I can move around in. I like to wear pants and shirts that are kind of plain and of sturdy not so soft materials. And Idk why everyone doesn't see their clothing this way. The fact is that society has brought up the genders into some gender specific materialism, that seems to be some underlying fetish. I think trans men feel this way too. But I wouldn't know. I feel like I should wrap this up somehow. But. That evening, the very reluctant teen told Russell, “I missed my period. I think I’m pregnant. Looking at the time frame, I think it was you that knocked me up. I need to get an abortion.”“Listen to me girl! You’re not getting an abortion! You will have the baby, or I will turn you in for prostitution, and all the fraternity brothers will swear that you were a whore that they hired regularly,” Russell said, in an extremely dominate and demanding voice.“Please Uncle Russ! Don’t make me have your. I just grinned at him and said, “I hope he did! And he saw my titties too I’m sure!”I pushed my hubby away then bent over and took off my wet thong as some more of Mark’s cum leaked out of my cunt. I smiled at him and said, “It wouldn’t be the first time Mike has smelled my freshly fucked cunt”, and reminded Rob that several times after I had been out on one of my fuck dates, I’d come home and the kids were both still up and I am sure they could smell me.‘Fuck date’ is what Rob called it when I.