They want equality. They want choice.But do they really? And how do we get to that core nature?Sex is by far the easiest way.Sex is our most primal of...things. Humans have no instincts anymore. Unlike a newborn giraffe which can run within an hour of being born, everything we do is taught…Yet have you ever seen a woman get pushed onto a bed? Have someone climb on top of her? How about how natural it is for a woman on her hands and knees to naturally arch their back?Her legs spread. Her hips rise. I want all of that cock. Go on. Fuck me all the way!"JT shifted his hands to my hips so he could get better leverage and pull me to him while he pushed his cock deeper into me. I grabbed under my knees and pulled my legs even further apart than he had, making my pussy completely available to him.He pushed and he pulled and my eyes rolled and watered and my jaw worked but no sound came out but that of my short, hoarse breathing that might any second give way to a scream.The tension seemed as. So, she demurely sat down with her legs straight out in front of her, but crossed at the ankles. It was then I noticed that her dress was unbuttoned at the neckline, and I could see the curves of her ample breasts, as well as her white bra strap. "Please feel free to call me Gloria," she said. "Very well, if you don't mind," I replied. We chatted for quite some time about our backgrounds, and I learned she had been a widow for f******n years, with a married daughter who lived in British. Little...brat," as Ryan's spunk splattered her legs.Ryan's bottom was now glowing but Gina spanked him some more and he just lay there and took it before she decided to stop."Go and get a flannel to clean my thighs, you filthy beast," she ordered as she let her son get off her lap.Ryan was red-faced and wild-eyed as he struggled up and rubbed his spanked arse before shuffling to the kitchen, with his trousers and pants at his ankles, to get a flannel. He returned, sobbing slightly, and handed.