“How soon will you get tired of that one as you do all the other?" sighed Danny.“Well... I don't think that I will do that soon." If only he had b...thered to take his nose out of the newspaper Danny would have seen her eyes so bright and sparkling, her face rapturous, her hand unthinkingly dropping to her crotch.Now the house was quiet. Danny at work, her chores done, Vicky took the black box from its hiding place. She had quite deliberately hidden it so that if her husband had been curious, a. She did not react hard and we went home afterwards everything went normal after two days while talking to her at night around 11.pm I said to her that I was no able to sleep for last two days. She said me too from the time you have touched me I’m getting a current in my body.I liked you from my childhood by hearing I suddenly caught my lund in my hand and started talking to her that my sweetu janu I want to kiss you more and more and hug you tight and keep you in my arms and just keep loving. But now there was a real person in front of me ordering me what to do. I grabbed my tiny dick and started stroking it. “Now that's a good little girl. Mmmm I see you like that Rebecca” “Mmmm Yes Charlie. I love it” “Let me spit on that tiny girly dick of yours” He spits twice right on the head of my dick. “Ahh… Thank you, Sir” “Now can Rebecca show me how she masturbates?” I pointed my pantyhose feet in the air and spread my legs. My ass hole was showing trough the pantyhose. Then my body. But, of course, I knew he had an ulterior motive.What better time to do it than 'now'!"I know because I am a passionate woman honey." I thought this over and decided to be totally honest, "I have been worried that if I met another guy, he would eventually hurt me as your father had. That is why I don't date."My son nodded again before continuing, "How do you know you're 'passionate' mom?"This line of questioning was more than frustrating to me - it was questions that I often feared to ask.