?Don't mom me. I have seen you plenty of times before so this isnothing new to me or you.? She answered while glaring at her son withhands on her hips... She was waiting for his corporation before she tookmatters into her hands, figuratively speaking or course.William knew that he would eventually give in. He was just putting up atoken resistance to try and save himself from any embarrassment.Sighing he pulled down his pants. His mother kept a clinical expressionon her face as she scrutinized his. That lesson hit me hard. There have been a number of other good, bad, and bittersweet lessons as I got my shit together. Here’s where I am now.Melinda, my latest companion, is a slut and I love her to “pieces”. She feels the same way about me and says the best part of her day is when she can tell me about the copulating she’d done since we were together last. We don’t shack up because that would cramp her style but she overnights with me about every other day. I’m in my early 50s and getting. " He waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the headland. "I'm cutting out the planks that got stove in and goin' to fit new ones. Might have to replace this here rib first." He gestured into the gaping hole in the boat's side. "Don't know yet. I'll have to ask me Dad, I 'spect." The girl nodded in solemn agreement."What's she called?" She asked. Jack smiled. "Don't rightly know, yet. She was called 'Tiffin'. Just the sort o' daft name a daft bugger would call a boat. I'll think of something. He must have been bent over in front of me. I spread his cheeks with my hands, and started at his tight hole in earnest, licking all around, licking across it. With one finger I gently probed at him, and followed the finger with my tongue. My tongue isn't very long, and I could not really enter him very far. But I did my best. I know such treatment of myself is *extremely* intense, almost beyond pleasure to not-pain, but shivering discomfort/pleasure. I dunno. I hoped to give him some of that.