I want a baby...I want...oh God...I need...I want...oooaw....oooaw...darling...yes...yes...aaaaow..."I was lost in her, pumping my seed in deep as if ...esponding to her cry to be fertilised. I'm not sure to this day whether I really understood that cry - that it was seriously meant. Certainly it was different from the usual cries of the girls I had copulated with – "Don't make me pregnant will you" – but with mother I had been given the freedom to perform that act of creation unrestrainedly.My. “Hey, I experiment a little here and there, there is much yet you do not know about me, mon ami!” His point was rammed home with f***e with this last revelation. He was a beautiful young man, no doubt, but if he has had sex with more men than me I should pack up and become a nun now. Seriously. “Well, there’s little I can do about it now. I can’t go back in time and I’m with Ben’s father now.” I should have seen Christian’s trap, I fell into it quick enough and it was clearly very well. You've somehow managed to break nearly all of them.” Ben is more than 10 years older than me. He is sexy as hell though. Salt and pepper hair is so hot to me. He’s very fit, especially for someone “his age” and very good looking. He’s the kind of man that if I met him on the street, I’d look twice and secretly wonder what kind of lover his was. I have only been with him once, but he completely swept me off my feet. I already know he’s a great lover, but I was about to learn the first time was. She wanted to tear Terry's zipper open and reach inside with both hot hands to grab his man-sized prick. She wanted to throw herself against him and sit on the huge cock, sucking it deep into her hot cunt. She wanted to bounce up and down on his prick and go wild inside until they both climaxed in endless flashes of sexual lightning.But she had to control herself, had to captivate her son, had to keep him in her seductive spell until Terry was unable to resist her."Does Wendy massage your legs.