I peered through the door of the living room and was gob smacked!. Mum was sat back on the couch, her tits were hanging free and her skirt was pulled...up nearly to her waist. Her legs were spread, a lazy hand slowly manipulating an artificial cock in and out of her hairy pussy. Now mum’s not the best looker in the world, she’s chubby, with big boobs, stretch marks and hair thats going grey.But i can tell you the sight of her being so slutty on that couch, took me back it took me to when i used. He doesn't bottle up his feelings and release them all suddenly. I guess the issue is, one cannot have both.Days have passed and I was finding myself more and more attracted to Hassan as well. But I had all those urges in me, to be dominated by him, while he didn't really strike me as the type who would be into that.On the other hand, my "relationship" to Samer was getting even more distant and somehow cold as well. I liked him. No, I loved him, but I wanted him to love himself so that he could. One of the things I do, when I really want it to be past wonderful, is I wrap the thunb and finger of one hand around the base of his cock, and the thumb and finger of the other hand around the base of his scrotum and my lips go around the base of his cock head. then I squeeze and tug gently with my hands as I demonstrate the classic 'suck a golf ball through a garden hose' technique. IT makes him insane!.the pressure of my fingers pulling his balls and squeezing the base of his cock keeps him. You just couldn't resist, could you?" She said it with a smile."No, I couldn't. And I hope to be not resisting for a very long time." You're happy, aren't you?" That's rhetorical, isn't it?"She leaned back, looked at my face and nodded."You're happy."It's hard to keep happy off your face. I realized that because of the number of times I heard, "Randy, you look so happy. What's going on?" over the next few months.I worked up a standard answer. "Life is good. Business is good. I'm healthy. What's.