Her body shook uncontrollably as her pussy unleashed its orgasm into my waiting mouth. I could hardly breathe but I wasn’t about to waste a single d...op of that precious juice. After what seemed like minutes she regained her composure and released her grip on my head. Pulling me to my feet she practically tore my jeans off with me frantically trying to help. My cock sprang free as precum oozed from the tip as she too dropped to her knees and engulfed my rock hard cock in one swift motion. I was. "I don't know about you, but I value the privacy of my mind. I know that I think all sorts of things, some of them very inappropriate. I know that if Mom knew some of the things that I was thinking, I would not like it one little bit. I think that if I knew everything that Mom was thinking, I would think of her in a different way. It's hard enough to deal with now, when I've just shared her surface thoughts! Just imagine how weird it would be if I knew her deepest secrets!" Well, maybe you need. Why had she asked for games on a night when she didn't know what she wanted?"Do you mean let you alone?" He thought that was carrying "games" a little far even for Jeanette, who had called her first game "Missionary." No. I mean be gentle."Jeanette seldom showed emotion. Her style was to take it all until she exploded. Tonight, however, she was visibly frazzled. After lighting the candle and turning off the overhead light, he got in bed beside her and petted her far side. His hand didn't even. I think my feet look funny, but he absolutely loves them. And, yeah, I could say something about sexist men wanting their women barefoot and pregnant. But that doesn’t describe Damon at all. He honestly likes the shape of my feet, from ankles to arches to toes. Knowing this, I paint my toenails just for him. Conversely, I love men’s forearms. He doesn’t get that at all, but when I see him in a tight T-shirt I can barely catch my breath.Yes, I am a mostly sexually submissive woman that.