They say people don't really change, but I'm sort of banking on the hopethat "they" are wrong. Mom, for instance. There's someone who doesn'tseem like...she'll ever change. But I changed. Marcia sure changed. Waltchanged, from what I hear of his unsavory past. So maybe there's somehope for mom, too. She doesn't have to become a whole other person oranything so drastic as that. I'm not expecting miracles. Just a littlechange will do. That will be miracle enough. Like I said before, we'llsee. I. I want to see you cum. Fair is fair, Barbara,” he said.I trembled before him as I pushed the tip of the dildo into my body and began to hump myself with it. I surrendered to my son and put on a little show for him. He slapped my butt and told me to show a bit more enthusiasm.“The way you right you sound like a horny, frustrated house wife who can’t get enough cock. You seem to lack motivation. Would it help if I bent over so you can see my balls while you get yourself worked up? I won’t start. Guys wandered over from the tables, seeing the chance for some free and easy entertainment. It was a hard and nasty life, but, you could say Carlos was destined to be a go-go fuckboy. He was good looking and sporty, and his body naturally beefed up easily. He came from poor latino trash migrants, went to a third-rate school and got a bad education, and his brothers had already turned to gangs and drugs. Still, he was shy, and straight, and was completely humiliated by his (somewhat) secret. . but I've never felt it inside me." Melinda reached up for him and he sank between her legs, pushing the tip of his cock against her pussy lips. There was a groan from both of them as he slid his ready-to-spurt boner into her pussy. Three thrusts later he moaned and stopped. Melinda sighed. "So THAT'S what I've been missing."Buffy wandered over to where Alice and the boy she'd sucked off were draped, side by side on the couch. Alice smiled when she saw Buffy coming. "You've turned us all into.