Carl leaned his head back on the headrest and was soon asleep. He woke up and saw a urine tube like they had in that hospital that he was in one time....He hoped that it was hooked up because his bladder was bursting. Apparently it was hooked up and he breathed a sigh of relief as he pissed into the tube. After he was done he snapped the tube in its holder.He began to look around to see if he could figure out what any of the stuff was. On the top of the gauges and buttons was a round thing that. " It was Sir Walter's turn to colour slightly, a distinct crimson cast coming over his corpulent face. Slowly, so as not to be noticed, he reached into his suit jacket's pocket and withdrew a small cheap volume, barely more than a pamphlet really, bound in cardboard. It smelled of sulphur and in letters only a slightly different colour than the cover it read, 'Six Words to Control a Vixen.' He'd picked it up as a lark in the Fifth Circle but now ... He shifted in his seat as his member stirred. He was a lover of good women and saw them as pieces of art. She was the best; nice composition and a lovely facial angle. He loved her radiant smile. Ted so much wanted to meet her in person. All he had to do was make contact; he knew he had to make the first move.One night after work he went home. After shutting off his computer much later, he still could not get her off his mind. He had this attraction to mature women. They had a kind of beauty hidden inside, they were seductive but very. My mom seemed to almost moan, and would tell me to keep going. She seemed to get closer and closer to screaming like she did when she got fucked.Mom,"you probably don't remember, but I loved breastfeeding you, I felt so close to you, and you were always hungry for me. I felt so good to have you so close. I wish it never stopped. All this time, it seems like a buildup inside me that hurts my breasts. That's why it feels so good to have you massage me there." I continued massaging and squeezing,.