I expect him to start fucking my face, but he stays there.“Is this what you wanted, whore? Is this what you fucking wanted," he asks, slapping my ch...ek softly. I moan with his cock down my throat, trying to say anything, really. He just whispers to me, “Lick my fucking balls, baby. Lick my fucking balls with my cock down your throat, slut.” I try to lick his balls, but I know I'm not doing it as well as I should. He gives me two quick, swift slaps on the cheek and says, loudly, “Do it, whore!”. Only a woman knows how difficult it is to maintain an almost perfect body, because perfect is impossible, isn't it? There are hours and hours of great suffering in gyms and long walks, not to mention the regimes and other tricks to disguise new defects that time ruthlessly "presents" to us.I married Carlos very young despite my parents' wishes. I was starting my medical school. The construction company, as usual, did not meet the delivery deadline for our apartment, and at the insistence of my. Mary got in front of Jenny and lifted her chin and looked her straightin the eye. "It's about time you learn a useful skill" Mary said with asmile to let Jenny know she was having a little fun and the two weresoon hugging. I could see the look of relief on Jenny's face as shereleased her grandmother and directed her to the chair in our livingroom. Jenny and I sat down on the couch. Unlike most times, we simplysat next to each other rather than basically melding into one form. Wedid still. He would never know.What Matt did know was that this Brett Sizemore, whose father represented some of the good people of Kansas, was handsome and liked to flirt. Brett would hold eye contact with him while they talked and always sit really close when they did homework at the Sizemore’s house. Brett was an only c***d. Matt loved the peace and quiet there. It was nothing like the hectic Jay household. Mrs. Sizemore even had a Colored housekeeper - Elnora. And wow! She could cook and bake like.