My head rested onthe arm of the sofa so I could see his cock in me. Icould see when he slowly withdrew it, shinny from myjuices. I watched in fascinat...on as he plunged it backin me. Suddenly, on the third or forth stroke, everything thathad been silent and still became a kaleidoscope ofsight and sound. Ever fiber of my body was tuned towhat he what doing to me. I could even taste hisfucking in my mouth.Over then next fifteen minutes Ike fucked me on thesofa. Sometimes slow and easy and. I walked down the stairs, and when he came into the kitchen, his hair wet from the shower, I was sitting at the table. He shook his head. ‘Wish I knew how you girls do it. This time in the morning, and you’re already dressed, not a hair out of place.’ He looked more closely at my face, and seemed to be about to say something else, then changed his mind. ‘Did you find something for breakfast yet?’ ‘I’ve had what I need,’ I assured him. I watched as he poured cereal into a bowl, then added milk.. I'm jealous of you son and I'm so proud ofyou at the same time for following your heart and becoming the woman ofyour dreams." Are you really?" I asked."Am I really what?" he asked. "Proud of you for doing what I was tooafraid to do myself? Yes, Son. I'm proud of you. The real question thatbegs to be asked is whether or not I'm proud of myself and the answeris...No. I'm not proud of myself. Its not a secret between the two of usthat I just got off on lighting your cigarette for you. For crying. You know you take dick like a pro,” said Craig, kissing the back of Joe’s neck. While flattered, Joe was sometimes embarrassed by his enthusiasm during sex. With Craig, there was intensity with his passion, almost frenzied, as he attempted to make it a memorable night. He felt himself flush with humility. “Thanks,” was the only word he could muster, feeling himself turn red. “Look at you, getting all embarrassed,” said Craig recognizing Joe’s shyness about his sexual prowess. He combed through.