She had tried to quickly clean and make up her face, but you could still tell she had been crying a lot over the last two days. As she saw Donald’s ...ace looking at her when she answered a strange feeling of relief ran through her body. Oh, to see him, even if just over the phone again. She smiled and said hello. While Donald could only see her face and neck to her shoulders at the moment he could tell, sense, that she was naked on her bed. “Emma it is so good that you are now learning to. " Tell me about her." That will be difficult because I'm in love with two women, not one."Mother smiled broadly. "Well, well, this sounds more interesting than I anticipated. Tell me about one, and then the other." All right. Sandy is a novelist. I think you read her latest book. Sandy... ah Sandra Johnson." Yes I read it. It was well written, a fun read, sexy, with strong, believable characters, and a good plot. She's a very good writer." She laughed cynically. "A best-selling author makes a. .. because it would mean that I was ... helpless, weak, and submissive ... but, oh, fuck me! I craved it so much! Fuck, yeah! Stretch ... it!” Mom begged me as I rammed her rump, “it burns, it hurts, but it’s SOOOO GOOD!”“Yes, very fucking good! Yes ... damn ... you’re so fucking tight back there!” I praised Mom on how well her butthole gripped my dick.“It was the only hole that I never gave Jerry ... though he took it eventually without my ... consent. It’s rarely been used, Master. Very. A social life was too much trouble to cultivate, too risky. The result of this self-imposed isolation being a tendency to shyness and reticence.When it came to his work, Mark was very much in charge, sure of his plans and ideas, not afraid to voice his opinions and comments. He dealt with his clients effectively and efficiently. In any other arena, he found himself fumbling, uncertain to the point of being tongue tied while trying to make the simplest of statements. Socializing became the stuff.