No matter what color shirt you wear it with it looks terrible. No, it just doesn’t go with the rest of you.’ ‘Was that hard to say?’ ‘Yes. I... could be a favorite tie. It could be a gift from your Mom.’ ‘Don’t be afraid of hurting my feelings. If it was my favorite tie and a gift from my Mom, we’d take it and go shopping for a shirt that complimented the tie. Then I’d have a gift from Mom and you.’ Beth crawled into my lap, straddling my legs and nestling her pussy against my pubes. Her arms. He dropped his bag by the hall closet, grimacing at the seemingly loud thump. He knew she'd have heard that. His ears strained to hear her ponderous footsteps getting up from her chair where she was watching her "programs". She never missed them, and if he interrupted her, oh boy-o, there'd be hell to pay.When it stayed quiet, he snuck forward, his boots squeaking in the silence of the apartment on the sticky linoleum floor. He winced and slowly kicked them off, his socks showing whitely. Nothing but a blank slate. No matter how hard I try, I can’t wrap my mind around what’s happening. I hear inaudible sounds near me, but I can’t understand them. My head is in a haze, and it feels like I’m struggling to swim in a deep lake. Clenching my stomach, I double over and let my head fall onto the top of the steering wheel. I feel like I’m going to be sick. My brain fails to function while I focus on nothing but the bright street lamps outside, their golden glow illuminating the dark. You take your time, deliberately making me wait before you kneel between my thighs and slide your super-hard cock straight back into me.I expect you to fuck me hard and fast – we’re both ready to cum soon – but you surprise me with the slowest, most sensuous doggy-style sex I have ever experienced. I’ve never known a guy who could contain his own lust while taking his girl in such a primal, animalistic way before, but I am starting to realise that you are in a league over your own when it comes.