She’d tried with Kevin. She really had. He was a wonderful father, a great provider for their children and her, and a considerate lover. When she at...empted to fill her need for raw sexual encounters between the two of them, he just hadn’t measured up. Kneeling in front of him she’d begged him to pound her. “You’re loving me,” she told him. “Don’t make love to me. Fuck me!” But he couldn’t break out of his mold and his efforts fell short. She’d even wondered if he could do what he’d encouraged. Soon we were having beers and a kissing competition was stared for me to nominate the best kisser, I liked that as kissing was always guaranteed to get me wet, I had already made my mind up I was going to fuck all of them, I just wanted to establish the ground rules and make sure as I went from guy to guy it was going to be civilized and loving so I could enjoy each guy as individuals and have my orgasm, as I was a multi-orgasmic girl. So the kissing began in total silence, that way everyone. " It might be the answer. The first thing would be to train Paul to sign his name on a marriage license. The town clerk has to ask if this is of his own free will and if he is of sound mind. I think we can train him to answer both questions. Being a mute shouldn't enter into it. You have to admit he has become a handsome young man. If there is any question about his mental capacity, I'm sure we have enough evidence to show to support the fact. Not every person of 22 years can show they have. The urgent need to show you all of myself. I position the camera face on. I sit up, naked for you. I can see your eyes looking me over. I hope you like what you see. My legs are closed, not wanting you to not fully see me yet. I don't want you to see how my pussy is dripping its load all over the sofa. I dont want you to see how its moistened my thighs and how desperate I am. I take my hand and run it over my breasts, taking in a sharp breath as I pass my puffy pink nipples. It feels so good.