I guess I shouldn’t ever have expected better of such a group of shallow and trend-chasing individuals; I’ve lived in SoCal long enough that littl... surprises me anymore – Gwyneth Paltrow and the money-spinning ‘lifestyle’ mayhem that is ‘Goop’ counts as normal out here – and, being catty about it, I suspected some of our guests had sniffed so many lines of white powder over the past few years that their olfactory nerves had become deficient.They failed on all three counts of the principles of. Finally, she spoke again. “You know how men are. My husband Chris never seems to be content. I mean in bed,” she hastened to explain. “He was always pestering me to talk about sex - about experiences I’ve had, my fantasies, whether I do anything when he’s on a long trip. What was my first time like? Had I ever fantasized about being with another guy? Had I ever used a toy? Had I ever been with a woman? And on and on and on.”Oh my gosh. I could not believe she was talking like this. It was hard. She reached down to touch me as we were sucking each others face when her hand touched my cock she just stopped!! I could see the look in her eyes something was wrong!!!! She pushed me over and sat up and looked at my dick , she just stared for a minute and then just blurted out I Can't Take That !!!!! I was crushed here I was thinking I would finally get to find out what all the hype was about and now my over sized dick was getting me shut down.. I started talking to her and trying to gt. My mom was 32 at the time, about 5 f 3 in, brown hair, green eyes, neither thin nor chubby, regular c, and a perfect ass. It was at that time I started waking up with a hard on, and sometimes spots on my boxers. And I believe my mom started looking different at me to, because often she could just come lie down right next to me, sometimes running her hand up and down my thighs, really close to my crotch, sometimes even gaze it with her fingertips. And when I stood up to walk away she ran.