Her sucking felt energetic and enthusiastic compared to mom’s motherly and calming way of doing it. She didn’t even seem to get tired at all, her ...ead just kept on bobbing at a quick and deliberate pace even though the act seemed to take ages.When I started feeling the tension in my balls again, and mom kept kissing them, I found myself suddenly becoming very emotional. I touched my sister’s neck and whispered: “I’m glad it was you. You’re my dream girl, Jay. I mean it. You’re the one.”Jay. From what I've read, from what I've experienced, and from how it makes me feel, I know that submission is what I want.So to me, submission is an expression of my freedom. It gives me the opportunity to openly communicate my needs in a safe and structured environment. It means knowing and trusting someone so much. And it means pleasing someone who can fulfil my needs. But most of all, it means choosing. Choosing who I want to be, choosing how I submit, and choosing into whose knowledgeable hands. Honest to god she wars a 32D bra. I am 19 years old and pretty normal for a boy I love women and love to fuck them. After all I have not yet had the pleasure of fucking my gorgeous girl and I really want to. One day after university I found Robin crying her eyes out on her bed so I knocked on her door jam and walked in. I sat on the edge of her bed and started rubbing her back. Robin almost always has a backache. The doctors said it was from her huge tits. Anyway Robin rolled onto her. We can put the packing on hold for now."With that she stuffed the cell phone in her purse, checked to make sure she had her keys and purposefully strode out the door.We watched her pull out of the driveway, then Samantha put her arm around me, "This shit is real, isn't it? I mean ... we were really gonna just pack a bag and disappear?" I'm sorry. But, yeah, this shit is real – and we still might have to vanish. If we get discovered by Philip and his cronies, it'll mean death for me and my mom,.