You know those moments when you look at me, and I’m sliding my pen in and out of my hot, little mouth? Well, I’m not attempting to work out the an...wer to your question. I’m pretending it’s your thick, meaty cock. I can almost feel it, if I close my eyes. I sweep my tongue over the end, I stroke your balls and feel you twitch and shudder. I want to taste you. I want to devour you. I want to drink down your excitement until you’ve got nothing left. I want it. I want all of it. My skirts are. "If you're a tit man I have to apologize," she said. "I'm small all over. Guys usually like tits like your mom's."Bobby automatically looked at his mother. He couldn't see her tits. She was leaning over Harry's lap and all he saw was the back of her head as it moved up and down. He quickly looked away."Here, let me show you," Wendy said and pulled her top over her head, shaking her short hair which fell neatly into place.Her braless tits were small with a lot of space between them. They were. “You don,t have to prove anything to me Luv!” I kissed her passionately. “I know. I just want to do it. Maybe I can,t do,it, but I,m determined to try.” So we decided to set aside a weekend we both had free with no distractions. Having the house to ourselves as we weren,t ready for babies yet we viewed an old soft porn magazine concentrating on the “reader,s” stories most which were more fantasy than real as those seemed to get my wife going the best and of course if she was in the mood I was. I then knelt in front of her."What are you doing?" She asked."I missed out on church, I'm praying now." I said."What are you praying?" She asked."Actually I'm saying grace. Thanking for the meal." I smiled."What for?" She asked, looking at me oddly."I didn't have breakfast yet, so I'm just gonna have to eat you up." I said (*note: from where I'm from we have this bread which it's name, in our dialect, literally means vagina. , so I was giving her a pun when I said this line)I lifted her skirt.