Her tongue wanted in my mouth. I opened for it. We had never kissed this way. The kiss was more than sexual; it was love, passionate love. I reciproca...ed, moving my tongue in her mouth. Our kiss was a passionate bonding. We eagerly crossed the line and became lovers with that kiss.Mom straddled my legs and sat on my thighs, her robe falling open. I cupped her sex and fingered her pussy. She was sopping wet and grinding her hot cunt on my hand as her hands stroked my face. Between kisses, we. Where he carries me depends on my mood. If I’m still angry at this point, still hurt with what and where I am, then we are somewhere confined – a dungeon room, a jail cell, a locked bedroom. I fight with him and he hurts me – hurts me so good. I am manhandled, and smacked at least two or three times, but I never stop fighting until his hand is around my neck. That is his power, that is what I respect at this point, his ability to deprive me of air, of life. With his hand, so much larger and. And all of a sudden, Miss Mathews was just as friendly -- and I returned the favor!We all had rooms in the vast hotel, and I never wore a stitch of clothing all weekend except when I was on the stage. I wore a short kimono-style robe to the interview, and the judges didn't even react when I flashed them!Enjoying all of the sex available at the contest made me realize that -- Michael and (eventually) my father aside -- I needed only women to scratch my itch. But I now had a strong desire to keep. My ex has been married twice since our divorce ten years ago we talk once in a while mostly about how our daughter is doing since finishing college and getting a place of her own. I am happily remarried to a lovely woman ten years younger than myself who treats my nice in an out of the bedroom. My daughter called a couple of weeks ago and said her Mom found a new place to live and needed furniture and could I bring up my daughters furniture since she had no room for it in her little apartment..