In an instant I felt his warm, creamy fluid flood into my mouth. All the stories I had heard about it tasting oddly or bad were wrong. I loved his sem...n the second I tasted it. I savored the thick, silky texture and swallowed it, making my whole body and head tingle, with delight at having his seed inside me. I continued to lick and suck and pleasure him, until his wonderful cock softened and I drained every drop from him. Without thinking, I thanked him. I thanked him for cumming in my mouth!. It was good advice then, and it's even better advice now. Make her the one that's always a little bit off balance. Make her care about you more than you care about her." Why can't it be equal?" It just can't be. It never is. There always has to be one of you that cares more than the other. So far, it's been you, and you haven't been that happy. See how you like it when it's her that's always trying to get on your good side."I left Bea, going back up to my room. I locked my bedroom door, turning. " In truth, he could have cared less if she joined him in the shower from time-to-time, when he wasn't too horny and did not need the occasion to beat off. Social nudity was second nature to him. The single-parented Mom inherited the peach and apple orchards they lived next to and she was damned if she was going to sell the farm she grew up on despite chronic hard times. During the peach harvesting season, he would sneak off and join the families of migrant workers for some late night. She looked at Eddie and whistled, “Whew, Patty said you were hunk and you certainly are dear boy.” “Well Mrs. H you are pretty awesome looking your self,” was his reply. The two stood there, eyeing each other wondering what would come next. “I have a confession, Eddie.” Oh, oh, here it comes, he thought, the “we can’t do this” brush-off. “What’s that Mrs. H?” “These tits aren’t really originals. My husband is a tit man and I had a good set but he wanted more so he bought me.