"Yes, I did. I was going to make some breakfast," he continued, "but it looks like my people have resources that you don't. I don't know if I am going...to be able to cook using what you have here." Why should you cook?" she asked. "I am the woman. I will cook for you."His look turned stubborn. "I have cooked for myself for the last five years, and I am pretty darned good at it, if I say so myself. And I am not used to someone doing for me what I can do for myself. You are not my mother or my. He easily held her up by her hips and continued to thrust deeper at a frantic pace, as her body shook violently with her first orgasm. "Oh yeah baby, come on, you know you love this. Yeah bitch you feel so good on my cock," he growled. She did love it. It felt so good her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice. He could no longer stroke in and out just drive into her thrusting with all his lower body weight. Her pussy refused to let go of his cock, for one brief moment claiming control.. “It is most impertinent to speak that way to an old woman,” she said, trying to sound stern.I grinned again.“I’ll remember that next time I talk to an old woman,” I replied.We chatted amicably after that, on the hour-long trip back across the river. With a little judicious prodding from me, Anna told me about herself and her life. It was a damned good story. I was doing first-hand genealogy for the linage of the me that wouldn’t be born for another seventy-five years. Pretty neat trick, huh,. You are making me so excited.” Afraid to stop, I continue on. Up and down, over and over again. He is not touching me now, just standing there as I touch him. After a few minutes he says, “Sweet pea, it would make me so happy if you would kiss me on my cock, like I did with your pussy.”I looked up at him as if I could not believe what he was asking me to do. He gave me a look as if I were about to get into trouble. Afraid that my daddy would be mad, I leaned down and kissed the head of his.