I moaned as his fingers entered my pussy. "God that's a wet pussy you have" he said. "It's always like that when I see you" I said, whilst moaning at ...is touch. I pulled the towel away from him. His cock was so hard. "Follow me" I told him.He followed me to the bedroom. I removed my clothing. He pushed me on to the bed. His lips touched mine as we began to kiss. Our hands on each other's bodies. I could feel his hardness against me. "Sit on my face. I want to taste your wet pussy" he told me.. I suppose, not all feminists are alike. Some porn-stars, such as Angela White for example, call themselves feminist. And there are feminists who are against the kind of porn Angela White makes. So, feminists don't all agree in their ideas and what to do. But when feminists advocate laws that deny competent adult women the right to say 'Yes' to a guy. Then this is almost like civil rights advocates supporting some form of return back to slavery. It's a betrayal of their fundamental ideas and. I moved a little to get themto move, but realized it would unbalance me to much.? I felt my bladder getting full, made worse bythe dildo pressing against it. An hour had passed and I was in heavenor as hell as others would put it. The room had pretty much forgotten me, andwas beginning to think that Steve had as well. I could hear the TV in theliving room, maybe he had fallen asleep? God, I hope not, I couldn?t stand hereall night. Another half an hour passed. Ithought my bladder was going to. Arlene's eyes followed her son as he walked around the bed and came to stand close to her face. Her eyes went bitchy and she smiled wetly up at him when he took his hardening prick in one hand and touched the head of it to her cheek. She brought out one hand and cupped his balls when he rubbed the glans over her forehead and down into one ear. "Yes, lover," she whispered hotly. "Oh, yes--so I can have both my wonderful men at the same time." So Glynn moved the shiny knob of his prick to her.