" You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-tu...n at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship...When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the. "Then there were several moments of silence and then, "Get those white lips of yours around my johnson and get me hard again whore." Yes lover, whatever you want baby, just tell me and I'll do it." I want your ass next whore. I want to slide my stiff black sausage into your tight, white ass." Whatever lover, whatever you want."My hard cock wilted when I heard that. Pauline would never let me have her ass. For five years it was always no whenever I asked, but she wasn't saying shit to this guy. .. Well, I didn't get a ticket," Sean answered evasively."That just means the cops didn't catch you this time," Ciara said, shaking her head in a way which made her dark ponytail wave around. That was a warning sign her son was quite familiar with.Sean just shrugged and looked away from his mother."Tsk," Ciara said and went into the house. Sean followed apprehensively and watched with sudden interest as she laid the roses on a table. He looked like he was going to say something about them, but. He felt her begin to relax against him once more as her sobbing gave way. Did he dare? Of course he dared. He allowed his fingers to slip beneath the cotton of her panties and glide along the soft firm flesh of her cheeks. Good girl – she hadn’t forced his hand away. He followed his instincts and slid the covering down over her thighs, down her legs and ankles and over her feet. The testosterone within him also told him to unclasp and remove her bra. He obeyed that inner voice,.