“Yes… Yes it would.”My cock pulsed at the thought. I knew I was being greedy, but I couldn’t help myself with this goddess of a woman.“Then ...o it,” I said.“Do what?”“Take it off me. Take off the condom.”“I- I can’t…”“I need you to, I won’t do it. I need you to make that choice.” I meant every word of it. I knew I could’ve done it myself, but it meant so much more if she was the one who did it.Mom licked her lips.With a deep sigh and a groan, her hands reached down and grasped my shaft. Her. And so there she was, eating Harley’s pussy and drinking every drop of her. But Kate felt something was off. Harley wasn’t moaning, she wasn’t screaming. She only breathed in mild satisfaction, more like she was receiving a decent massage. ‘What’s wrong?’ Kate asked, slowing her own masturbation. ‘It doesn’t feel right,’ Harley replied. ‘Want me to make her better at it?’ ‘No it’s not that… it just… doesn’t feel like I earned it, you know?’ Kate nodded, removing her hand from her trimmed pussy.. Lula could barely catch her breath when Jordan pulled her into a lingering kiss, deeper and more intense than the first one they’d shared under the majestic old oak. She had no intention of reasoning away the emotions behind this kiss. Instead, she responded in kind, her soft tongue urgently insisting on entrance into his mouth. Jordan was happy to oblige. He could not deny his Lula anything she desired — more’s the better if the object of that desire was him. As their kiss deepened, the. ___-----___I went home to my cabin, which I shared with my friend, brother, andfellow woodsman and hunter, Arn."Evening Mick," my brother greeted me with a wave as he sat at one endof the table eating his supper, which was a big plateful of stew,vegetables, bread and some wine on the side to wash it down with.I sat down opposite him and helped myself to a plateful of stew."Evening," I said, eating my meal with one hand while turning the ringover in my vest pocket with the other.I was indeed.