Guys don’t realize what women go through with these things! They alter our cycle, they induce hormonal differences in our bodies, they alter our per...onality, and we do it all so we can have the freedom they have! After all, it’s not like a guy can get pregnant! If they could, abortion would be a sacrament! Tucker still held me in his arms. I stopped crying and looked up at him. ‘Kattie, if living here is driving you nuts, maybe you should consider moving back to the dorm,’ he said. That’s all I. She screamed and leapt to her feet only to be casually caught and thrown to the floor. "Why?" she sobbed. It was the only thing she could think of. One of the soldiers looked down at her, sprawled at his feet. "Your father sold poisoned wine to the general. His life and property are forfeit. That includes you." He picked her up by one elbow and pulled her along. She stumbled behind him, knowing better than to resist. If it was true, there was nothing she could do. Even if it wasn't true, she. I sometimes think that denial is how he copes with it, the issue of pride or machismo in his case, the hot Latin blood coursing through his veins. It’s just how he is. Like I said, why mess with it? We just close our eyes and say it isn’t so. So, am I invited to join you guys, vato?” Heather asked me while playing footsie with both of us.“Yes, love, you’ll more than do,” I assured her.“Darling, he completely speaks for me, you know. I’m his princess, his slut, and quite frankly, his love slave.. I bent my head to her tits, but her nightie was in the way.“Take it off, Mom! I want to see you naked.”“Okay, honey”, she said, lifting the nightie over her head.I pressed my face into her tits. She moaned and resumed stroking my cock as I sucked her breasts. Mom’s tits tasted good. They were high, full and quite firm. Her nipples were long and hard. I sucked them and they seemed to swell in my mouth.“Oh, Shravan!” she whimpered, wrapping her fingers once again around my hard cock. “Oooooh.